My mom has always told us about the families who would take her to church growing up, and about her best friend’s family who would “be the church” to her. She said she was comforted there; they took care of her often, providing a safe place and steady examples of Christ’s love.
And, I wonder – when those folks looked at that teenage girl in a tough spot, did they think about the daughters and son who would come behind her? I wonder if they knew that being bridge-builders then would help carve a path to the Divine for me today?
Could they see us coming on the horizon? [Read more…]