Worship with Hope and Trust

As we drove away, I rested my head against the passenger side window and watched the funeral home in the rear-view mirror until it was swallowed up into a swirling kaleidoscope of browns and grays.

When my current church opened a new location in a building that wasn’t too dissimilar from the church building where I had attended as a kid, the memories of potlucks in the basement, post-service fellowship on the lawn in the summer, and thinking it was so cool to sit in the balcony, were all ones I remembered with fondness. As I got older and started making decisions about church more for myself, I never seriously considered if I’d go, but rather where I’d go.