Skyline Wesleyan Church
Today, we decided to try a new church. We tried the Skyline Wesleyan Church in La Mesa, California. The church is about 15 miles of 40 minutes from Our campsite at Pio Pico Thousand Trails. We had never attended a church this big before, so we thought it might be interesting. We knew nothing of the church other than it has three services, one at 9:00 am, one at 11:00 am, and one at 1:pm for the Spanish crowd. Our preliminary research showed they have children’s services for those not yet in sixth grade. We also noted that the pastor has cajones, as he is actively contesting the constitutionality of the 501C3 and its control of what pastors say from the pulpit. I thought it would be cool to meet the guy. I am in favor of 501C3 being relaxed to allow pastors to say anything they like. I hope pastors would not make the worship service a weekly soap box for politicians. Since we are a free country and there are thousands of churches, political rhetoric would become self policing as those not interested will find another church home. Radio is self policing, when ever Al Sharpton comes, on I tune in to more intellectual programming such the Daffy Duck hour on 101KUFO. Actually I have no idea if Daffy has a radio show yet, but I would certainly choose him over Sharpton. Needless to say, Skyline Wesleyan Church had a enough appeal to us to make the drive.
We arrived at the church, and found that big brother attends church here. (Note the camera above the sign) La Mesa joins a rather tough town “El Cajones” where there are a number of miscreants, is why I think the camera is there. We turned up into the parking lot, and it was a see of asphalt and trees beneath a giant building on the hillside. We could not readily figure out where the church service was being held. There were signs pointing to the auditorium, and the chapel. We noted a number of people making a long quest up some concrete stairs, and decided that one parks at the bottom of the stairs and hikes up to the holy place. We parked, and I found it to be a rather arduous journey. Upon arriving at the top, we were rewarded with an amazing fountain, probably cost more than our RV. Beyond that was a parking lot situated right in front of the main entrance. We took a note of that for our next visit should there be one. We entered the building; directly in front of us was a sign do not go beyond this point, and the doors were blocked with yellow crime scene tape. The first thought is the 9:00 service did not go well, and had been take hostage or worse. Upon further examination though, it turns out that at 11:00, they block off the entrance to (The chapel or auditorium – We are not sure which this was) so as to not disturb the production going on inside. To the right of us, was a giant coffee shop, made Starbucks look wimpy. On the left was information on the church, but it all cost money so we left it there. Further up was a huge rounded counter, kinda reminded me of a pub. They were selling all kinds of unpronounceable drinks, which did not fit in any schema contained in my brain. The only drink from a coffee house that I like black coffee, no cream no sugar, and prefer it warmer than body temperature. I was not interested in sampling the unpronounceable. Fortunately for the vendor, I was alone in my critique of coffee.
To the left of me was a room full of tables with monitors hanging down over them with a blond singer in a white dress silently bellowing into the microphone. She must not sing as well as she looks, as the volume was turned off on the monitors. The patrons in the cafe did not seem to mind the silence, they were happily reading books, or visiting; not paying attention to anything else going on around them.
Since we could not get into church and we had driven all this way, we decided to find something else to do in El Cajones. We noted how were dressed and based on that unanimously voted to go to the casino.
We arrived at the local children’s casino and hesitantly went inside. I was hungry enough to eat a leopard, but since that is illegal, we thought we would check out the buffet. We discovered we were not that hungry. Compared to Bull Winkles in Wilsonville Oregon, the arcade and the indoor gaming area is nothing to write home about. We wandered out into the back area where the mini golf resides.
They have a cool old time railroad mini golf course. I thought it was pretty neat. Not Bar Harbor neat, but neat. We decided we would check the price, and come back some evening when it is warmer and play a round of golf.
We checked the price, they wanted $9.00 per person. We will come back, when we find a 2/3rd discount coupon, so as to get the price equal to its value.
Well, we make it back to camp. Saturday, we had no power all day. Today when we got back, there is no water. We are sure glad these RV have tons of water and power on board.
Good Evening and Good Night…