“‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’
‘Kind,’ said the boy.” ~ Charlie Mackesy
Mom and Dad attended the Glenn Avenue Church of God in West Liberty until they moved to Lexington three years ago. This was the church both mom and I grew up in, and it was the church my maternal grandmother helped found. It is and has always been a very small church, and because of that, most of the long-time members feel like family. Today, some of that family came to see mom and dad (and me though I could only stay a few minutes). I haven’t seen my mother this happy in years. Dad, who took a very bad turn some 10 days ago, did not wake up, but I feel confident that he heard their prayers and singing, and I’m certain he felt their kindness. If you are lucky enough to find a church, tabernacle, synagogue, or another spiritual gathering that you like, I hope they love you like family, too. Those people are precious and priceless.