We arrived early, entering the school gym filled with folding chairs. People greeted each other softly as someone played the piano on the stage. As we filed into a row near the front, my dad smiled and nodded at the family across the aisle. My mom stopped to give someone a hug.
Our church was between buildings, and so it wasn’t a majestic environment that produced my reverent attitude; it was a sense that this was an important gathering. God’s people would be worshiping together and hearing His Word. And I would be among them.
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