St. Patrick Presbyterian Church, Epc

You know what’s not my favorite part of a movie? The credits. Studios will sometimes put effort into getting people to stick around for them by interspersing bloopers, running bonus footage, featuring a great pop song, or even placing trailers of coming attractions afterward. But mostly they just run them as quickly as possible across a black background; fulfilling their legal obligations while embracing the fact that no one cares that it took hundreds of highly skilled craftsmen working thousands of hours to make this magic happen. Viewers may pause to acknowledge the handful of star-power names at the top, usually A-list actors and directors, then resume kicking their empty popcorn buckets down the aisle and out the exit before the “best boy grip” has his time to shine.I used to have a similar contempt for lists of names in the Bible, too. I’m pretty sure I grew up thinking the genealogy in Matthew was just in there to ensure the Christmas Eve service wasn’t too much fun. Then my friend Jason decided to do