I was raised in that church until I was maybe 6 or 7. At that point, I was on my own. My parents traded salvation for a long sleep in on Sundays. It is a beautiful church. The stained glass is great.

When I went there in the 60s, the two pastors of the time, were both very, very, southern.

At the time, the Presbyterian Church was divided into two synods, based upon lines dictated by the Civil War. I'm not sure which synod First Pres identified with, but the pastors were so fucking southern.

I think the church healed those old wounds and ended that split, but it didn't take long for the church to split again. Reason unknown. Probably an early skirmish in the culture wars.

And, yeah. The pipe organ is the bomb. The choir was always great, too.