When our kids were growing up, our family attended First Parish. We liked it—the people, the outreach, the activities--but when they left for college, my husband remained a member while I sought out a more God-centered church. I returned to my Christian roots to the extent that I settled into the pews of Memorial Congregational Church, the denomination of childhood.
Yesterday affirmed my decision. Pentecost Sunday celebrates the coming of the Holy Spirit, which I need badly. All by myself I can’t perpetuate or extend all the love that’s needed in the world.