Life of Ronnie

As I’ve mentioned before, my parents were my pastors for most of my life, in a string of small to medium-sized Salvation Army churches that they had led over the years.  It’s true that there was a time when mom and dad were moved away to a new church in a small town with few prospects for me, and I chose not to go with them.  And it’s true that their replacements were not really, in my mind, what I needed (they were great, loving people, though — the character in this comic is purely fictional) but I stuck around until I too moved away.

Although the situation was different than Ronnie’s, the decision to start “church hopping” to find one that suited me better at that time in my life as a working 20-something was pretty monumental in many areas, both spiritual and social.