This isn’t your Dad’s church. We meet at a bar in Charlotte called The Westside Tavern. My pulpit is a barstool and a Harley, our pews are folding chairs and picnic tables. I speak outside in the summer and inside beside the pool table when it rains or gets cold. By praising Jesus, preaching God’s word and laying hands on through the Holy Spirit we are creating church in a bar. All you feel is this incredible raw cleansing reality.