What is your memory of home growing up? I know the place in my mind…..I’m at my grandparents house. All my relatives are at the house talking, laughing, and eating lots of homemade Italian food. The whole day at my grandparents home was like something out of a movie showing the stereotypical ethnic family all gathered together. How I dream of going back to relive those moments. However, that was a different time and place and in reality, I can never go back to that scene again.
My greater hope and prayer is that our church feels like home to you. I hope and pray that our church will be a family that loves each other through every stage and situation of life. The truth is, the bond of the Holy Spirit among us can be even stronger than the bond we share with our blood relatives. Christians should be a family and we are the household of God.