It was my first day of “big church.”

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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