St. Patrick Presbyterian Church, Epc

Last Saturday I took a road trip to Chelsea, Alabama. I assure you, it wasn’t to spend a weekend at the Ritz. In fact, it is a place that—given my own way of seeing—I would never stop, but would rather just pass through on my way to a place more of my own liking. What is odd about Chelsea is the whole mystery of love. I was in Chelsea to celebrate the five-year anniversary of Chelsea Presbyterian Church, a daughter church of St. Patrick.             I remember one time when I was down there a few years ago, riding around with James Daniels, and in a moment of candidness, I asked him, “Why would you want to plant a church in this place?” What I saw with indifference, he saw with love. He said, “I love this place; these are my people.” Love does things!! Anyway, it was glorious. A few years ago, there was no one but James, Larissa and their daughter, Alexandria. Now five years later, I celebrated with a large crowd of people, most of whom did not even know Jesus back then, much less each other. And as I have wa