This morning I was headed south, but not by myself. This road trip was a day trip and I was on a nice motor coach with 35 other people with the destination of the King Ranch. My companions were people (and friends of those people) who are members of my Sunday School class; one of our members just happens to be a tour guide and she put this day trip together for us. She started our trip playing Willie singing "On the Road Again" and were all singing along! I was especially glad because it just didn't work out for me to take a fall road trip this year, so this was a nice substitute.
We were scheduled to make a rest stop along the way. Our guide had let me in on a little secret about our first stop, so I knew we weren't stopping at the rest area. We were going to Brush Country Cowboy Church.
As much as I love the stained glass windows, pipe organ, and the traditional worship of my church I found myself thinking that this is my kind of church, too.