Church at the Lakes
I am always surprised at how packed church is on Sundays in Okoboji. Actually, the church we go to is in Arnold’s Park which is just down the street and I’m not sure where Okoboji ends and Arnold’s Park begins. It’s all Okoboji to me anyway (no offense but to me Arnold’s Park is just that – the park. The amusement park to be exact. Anyway, back to the church thing…
Church is packed into this large building on the main street. The sides are garage doors which depending on the weather, maybe pulled up or not. There is nothing boring about this church and sometimes I wish church could have been this fun growing up. Maybe getting up on Sunday morning wouldn’t have taken so much effort. Usually there is some story (I say story because it isn’t anything like a traditional sermon) sprinkled with anecdotes and personal details of the life of the storyteller/paster. Looking around at all the visitors – some in lake attire consisting of flipflops and wrinkled Barefoot Bar t-shirts, I can’t help but smile at all the college kids. I always assume their parents encouraged them to get a dose of spirituality after the previous night’s lake party but that is probably presumptuous. We are, afterall, in Dutch country.