The Light of the Earth church was a massive complex, as far as Albany area religious institutions were concerned. It had the look and feel of a community college more than a house of God. After all, the place formerly served as a mega-mart style supermarket, its shelves once filled with produce, raw meats, junk food, and breakfast cereals. But now, the shelves were long gone, and its wide-open spaces were filled with parishioners who had rejected the traditional Christian religions like Roman Catholicism or Protestantism, for something far more contemporary. Something more in touch with the twenty-first-century believer. At least, that was my interpretation of the born-again movement.
From what I understood, the church even boasted a first-class recording studio and a stage that attracte
