It seems I’ve been going to church and building my faith my whole life.
My late father was rector of All Saints’ Church in Carmel for 24 years, so initially there was a duty to go to church. As a boy, I had the run of the house in the parish and church rectory.
So many memories of potluck suppers and the smells of the parish hall and the mystery of the back stairways to the sanctuary.
I experienced a few black-out years while in college in Reno and through my early years in TV news.
When our son, Daniel, was born almost 21 years ago, my wife Virginia and I set out to honor the gift we were given and have him baptized.
I contacted priests who I’d known for years, a former headmaster at the church day school, and the priest who married us in Reno. I wanted some familiar faces.
To their credit, they said the same thing. Each declined and urged us to find a church community in which to raise young Dan.
Dan was baptized at St. Clement’s, Rancho Cordova, and in 1995 we moved to El Dorado Hills and began attending Faith Church in the storefront.
But the importance of belonging to a church community had been planted. For me, it meant more than belonging....but contributing--my time, my talents and my finances.
Kent spoke last week about living in Faith. He said it’s like part of our DNA to live in community. Ours is a healthy church and it’s good to worship and serve together, among other things.
I’ve reached a point in my life where--for the most part--I do the things I want to do, and I don’t do the things I don’t want to do.
When it comes to sharing what I have or what I can do, I love to do it. Not because I earn favor from God, but in response to God’s faithfulness and love for me.
This gift that we have, Faith Church: the community, has Sustained and grown my faith and encouraged me to serve in ways that bring me great joy.
My response is give back....not because I want to....but because I love to.