At times, I wonder why we have a church. At other times, I know why.
Today, after church, two ex-military Christians were talking to two Iraqi Muslims about life, Islam, war, and democracy.
Later, an Iraqi and a Somali spread out prayer rugs in my house and bowed toward Mecca to say their prayers, after eating dinner with 8 Christians.
It's not huge. It's not life-changing. It's not epic. But it's diverse groups of people, coming together to listen and learn, not to talk and convert and none of those specific events (and many others) would have happened without Branches yesterday.