At the age of 15, I had started looking for a church to attend. I visited several different churches, but none of them seemed to be the right fit for me. At 17 years old, J.W. invited me to his church, St. Mary’s. I resisted for a while. I gave in one Sunday and visited St. Mary’s. I walked out completely convinced that I had found my church.
Many years went by. I got married, had kids, got divorce…
