A couple weeks ago, I did something I try to do at least once a month: I went to the church I’m a member of in person instead of online.
Growing up, church was a regular part of my life, and not just on Sundays. My father is a pastor, so it was common to spend a weekday evening doing my homework in my dad’s office, music from choir rehearsal pouring in as I finished whatever worksheet was due the next day. It’s an institution that shaped me: It’s where I made a lot of friends, it gave me my first taste of public speaking, and since pastors in my denomination are moved from church to church, it also determined what city I lived in and where I went to school.
