June 8th, 2021 by Tracy Harper
When I was a young mom in my late 20’s, I was a church attender, but not involved in anything but my presence each week. My son, Ian, was an infant and we frequented the nursery and a church pew. One day, out of the blue, I received a phone call at work. Fr. Andy, our Assistant Priest, wanted to meet me for lunch to discuss a problem. Curiously, I said “Okay.”
January 27th, 2021 by Tracy Harper
From the time I was a small child, I went to church with my family each week.
I participated in Sunday School, VBS, and plenty of other church activities. I learned about God the Father and Jesus His Son.
I dutifully memorized scripture, knew the books of the Bible, and I watched my mother spill tears every Easter as the choir sang the stately old hymn, “He arose! He arose! Hallelujah, Christ arose…”
Even with all that Christian formation, I never really “got it.”