August 19, 2012, Diana Bender preaching
When I was a child, my parents rarely if ever went to church, but I lived with my grandparents part of the time I was growing up as a young child then almost every summer once I was in school. My grandfather was a deacon in the Episcopal church. He often preached and frequently served communion. There was no Sunday school in summer, so I was there in the service each week. Sometimes bored, sometimes fidgety (well, let’s be honest, ALWAYS fidgety), but somehow deep in my heart I was so happy to be there in church. I suspect my grandparents thought I wasn’t paying attention at all, but something was happening for me.