Brothers Trucking, early evening

The time was not right for us to snap a pic of the sign in the back that says "Brothers True Trucking...". The businesses with access to that hall were closed for the day, the church wasn't open yet (though I imagine that it is as I type now, especially considering how special Wednesday night revivals are for holy rollers), and thus the outside door was locked.

Our (we are Scooter, & I) early evening mission yielded the discovery of yet another name for this church, and then another church altogether. Who would have thought that the office strip in front of the Fantasy Ranch Cabaret would have two churches in it? Not I.

If you don't want all that Yashua stuff (which is a sort of transliteration of the Hebrew equivalent of the Greek name Jesus [Latin Iesu], which in English is usually rendered "Joshua"), this office park offers "The Basic Church". Both of the churches can boast proximity to a titty bar for protesting of vice, a radio school to learn to broadcast the word to any who couldn't make it to the evening's services, a bank for easy tithing, and a private loan office catering to the typical demographic of these office park parishes.




Not until we attend service or bible study at the Basic Church incognito (disguised as believers, or maybe sheep) will we be able to establish which Christian flavor the Basic Church has chosen. In general, I'm somewhat loathe to attend anything that lists the end time as "UNTIL". Until what? That almost always means that they'll go on ad infinitum.



Addendum: Fantasy Ranch, the aforementioned strip club adjacent to the officechurchpark is no longer a business of ill repute. It's just a grill, simply called , "The Ranch". However, when Scooter first showed me Brother's Trucking, Fantasy Ranch was busier than a bookie joint.