A Little Rough on the Edges

I often joke that my family was so religious that I went to church 9 months before I was even born. That's actually very true! One time when I was a teenager, my mom was dragging me to church on a Sunday night, and I really didn't want to go. She stopped, looked at me, and said, "I don't care if you are 40 years old. If YOU live in MY house, you're going to church." I still wonder why I had to go and they did not, but maybe, just maybe, she saw something God put in my heart way back then. When Sundays, midweek services or revivals rolled around, the question wasn't if we were going, it was what time are we leaving? Lol. This is no exaggeration! I raised my kids the same way. My heritage is ministry, and I believed it was a family affair. When I packed up and moved to Chicago in July 2008, I started my search for a church immediately. By the time the call came on that cold November 8 morning, I was involved with two churches, even though I was working thr...