I was bike riding in Brooklyn around 1st Ave and 42nd St, near the candy factory one lonely Sunday afternoon, I noticed about 8 or 9 people gathered behind an unremarkable old van, heads bent in prayer. There was a man who was leading a sermon with a bible in hand and a little mic set up with a speaker hanging off the van's back door. It was a pretty grim place to spread the good word, behind some huge warehouses, amidst the bashed up streets and ditched cars. But I guess thats how you build a congregation, and what comes next? A brick-face storefront!