Samaritan's Song

Writing the title of this post felt odd, because I have been a church member, of one sort or another, for my entire life with the exception of the past two years.

At my first church – my home church – membership came naturally, as a simple matter of course.  It was the church I attended since my birth, the church where I became a Christian, the church where I was baptized and married.  I knew, for my entire time there, that I’d never go anywhere else until I moved away: it was where I belonged, where my entire family attended, where my grandmother had been a charter member.   And later on, as I became an adult, that membership became important in ways I hadn’t anticipated: it permitted me to be a part of church committees and, as a result, to have some say in what the church did and…

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