Beginnings
Sanctuary... I don’t remember the first time I "sought out" God, or knew He was "seeking me." My earliest memory of anything resembling spirituality would be going to Sunday school classes after my mom and dad divorced. My mom’s friends, Judy Church and Penny Balmer invited her to church to find some comfort and seek after whatever she was looking for after all of the changes. I can remember doing some crafts and things they have the little kids to do, but for a young child, there isn’t much else I recall. My brother and I attended with mom pretty frequently. Mom remarried when my brother Eric and I were two and four. Dad had to work two and sometimes three jobs to make ends meet, and mom still took us out to a small brick and white church, in the middle of three corn fields, on Haslett Road. I always remember the cornfields. There was nothing but corn behind the church, to the east had cows, and to the west; corn, sometimes beans. On the...