My memories of Grace Episcopal Church span 60 years – a beacon of hope at the corner of Broadway and Watula Avenue. That beacon of hope provided a place of acceptance for me in my youth as I struggled with my parent’s divorce and my mother’s ultimate alcoholism. I have such fond memories of Brownies and Girl Scouts in the Parrish House, Wednesday youth choir practice and singing at the 9:15 AM service, and EYC (Episcopal Young Churchmen) on Sunday evenings.
In my adulthood that beacon of hope brought me to the foot of the Cross where I still continue to experience forgiveness and relationship with Christ. Every Sunday our priest invites us through the scripture of Matthew 11:28 to continue to come to the foot of the Cross and be refreshed.
So, I would be remiss if I told you that I only give financially to Grace Episcopal Church because the Word instructs us to as in 2Corinthians 9:7 (Let him give, not grudgingly, or of necessity: for God loves a cheerful giver). I also give because I want to be a part of a body of believers that continue to make sure that Grace Episcopal Church is that same beacon of hope at the corner of Broadway and Watula long after I’ve gone home to be with the Lord.