The sound of rock music traveled across the Muskegon River Valley like an echo in a canyon – amplified, and seemingly never ending.

The sound of rock music traveled across the Muskegon River Valley like an echo in a canyon – amplified, and seemingly never ending. It was close to 1 a.m. on a clear evening in the summer of 2001, and, in hindsight, it was an appropriate introduction for the residents of the usually quiet, rural Michigan community. The word of God was coming to Croton Township, and it was coming in a much bigger – and noisier – form than the average house of worship.