I've done more traveling in my life than I imagined I would when I was a kid, but every time I go, no matter what the destination, I get a thrill from seeing my home city up on the board at the flight gate. After a month in lovely Detroit, with a pit stop in Orlando and Atlanta, I'm finally returning to the great, very white, northeast. My time there may be short, but for now, all I can think of is, "there's no place like home!"
T oday I was officially welcomed into the St. Paul's of Norwalk family as a part of a special Rite conducted at the 11AM service. When I first started going to this church in my new Connecticut community six months ago, I was almost terrified to think about becoming an official member of a religious organization. Over the course of these past several months, I've really fallen in love with the building, the people, and the sense of closeness that they all have. I had an "ah-hah" moment today: the people there actually WANT to be there more than just going out of a sense of obligation. It's refreshing and comforting. It's also nice that this particular parish community welcomes people from ALL walks of life, and even has LGBT clergy people. How wonderful to be in a place that so emmulates what I hope the future of our whole world ends up being: concerned with who we ARE inside instead of how we express it outside. Thanks St. Paul's! It's nice to have a ...
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