Community...a messy kind of church.

"I can remember back when I had exited the church, and was getting together for coffee with the pastor. Concerned he would always express the importance to find community, and that it could only really be expressed as "church." I told him, in a profound way, CARTS was my community, and a extremely Un-orthodox Church.

We gather around our meager table, the makings of a small lunch...all of us, the giver and to whom it is given profoundly grateful for the experience of this beautiful and fragile relationship.

In our conversations with, they really aren't much different than the words of the psalmist, the laments, and the praise, the celebrations of life. We question life's tragedies, and lament the loss of life's victims, and we celebrate the victories even if the just seem like a small step forward.

You see I've found community, humble, messy, beautiful, fragile, transparent, forgiving and grateful. It's honor and privilege to be apart of it."

Ron; a part of the CARTS community.

( Thanks to Frank, Laura, ( Dom the chiguagua ), Rol, Normand and Theresa )