It’s Sunday morning and the faithful have gathered. As we were getting ready to come here I was wondering if it would be a same ol’, same ol’ morning where we get our weekly religion fix, or if it might be something more. And now as the service concludes the pastor is reminding us that being the church is more than sitting through a one-hour service—it involves walking along side one another. Just a little bit ago people are praying for a woman whose child has a critical medical situation. Before this mother shared with understandable tears and sobs, another woman had played “Jesus Loves the Little Children” on a kazoo and then led the rest of us in singing all three verses from the hymn book. Normal fare for the Holy Spirit is not same ol’, same ol’.