True story:
Driving out to a distant parish for the homeschool All Saints’ party today, I got off the interstate one exit early. Quickly realized I was at the wrong exit, and looked for a place to turn around. Pulled into the nearest big parking lot.
Child in the back says to me, “Are we at the church? It looks like the church.”
“No dear. That’s the Department of Motor Vehicles.”
Not a church.
Avoid embarrassing mix-ups. Build your church like this.
Should be noted: My child was correct. The parish we were visiting did indeed look a DMV from the outside. Lovely chapel inside though. Beautiful. Though I’m partial to anyplace that has Jesus instead of a license-renewal counter.