I was talking with a couple of people from my church about Christmas memories. They described legions of uncle and aunts and cousins gathering for great feasts; distinctly happy memories. I never had much of an extended family.
When I arrived at Parsippany UMC my first born son was still in diapers. Yesterday he turned twenty. I’ve been here a long time. More baptisms, weddings, and funerals than I can remember.
This congregation really has become my extended family. It is hard to overestimate the significance of this. Everybody needs a place to belong.