It’s Nice to Go to Church

There’s an Episcopal church located on the edge of my college campus I’ve attended intermittently since my college years in the late 2000s. Originally, I showed up for a Saturday evening service because my then boyfriend was the percussionist. But I kept coming back because I enjoyed it. I loved Gayle’s sermons (she later preached at our wedding), I could always sit in the back if I wanted, and best of all no one wanted me to serve on a board. It wasn’t my job. It was optional.

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