My sister lives in Memphis, which features the largest concentration of megachurches in the known world. All the world I’ve known, anyhow. It’s the rodeo-champ style buckle on the Bible Belt.
There’s one that’s got so many bells, whistles, and jumbotrons, my sister’s husband, Shawn, dubbed it “Six Flags Over Jesus.” Of course, after a visit to their church, I figure they ought to be pocketing those stones.
If a church has three or more of the following, you’ll know there’s too much “junk in the trunk:”
1. Parking lot attendants. Bonus points for trams.
2. Nosebleed seats in the sanctuary.
3. Coffee bar.
4. Cupholders.
5. Jumbotron.
6. Basketball court.
7. Ferris wheel.
8. Map.
stuff southern people like 