Sundays were the happiest day of the week for me growing up.  It was the one day Daddy never worked and we all went to church as a family.  I used to love coming down for the children’s sermon.  Church has always been an integral part of my life.  The huge stained glass tableaus in Grace United Methodist where I was baptized had such a profound impact on me I would write my first book on Christian symbols when I was eleven.  I have always loved the hymns, going to receive Holy Communion, and being with my family.  Now my baby is learning the joys of fellowship with a body of believers in Christ.  Recently our parish began having children’s sermons and my little one is just the right age to begin going up to the front to listen.  She knows The Lord’s Prayer and is learning when to kneel, when to stand, and when to bow.  In the Gospel of St. Mark Chapter 12 Verse 30 it says:

Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.

It is my great hope that my little one will develop a deep, abiding love for the Lord and that our family’s faith will continue for generations to come.