My Second Home
A few days ago, I realized that I have never talked my church. Faith is a huge part of my life, always has been and always will be. I grew up in a Presbyterian church in Sacramento and then when I moved to Azusa for school, I spent a very long time looking for the right church. Before Myke and I got married we looked for a church to go to together. We found one church, some stuff went down, and we left. No bad blood, just not a good fit, like we thought it was.
During our engagement, Myke’s father was a pastor at a church in San Diego. Without going into too much detail, he left the church and my future family was hurt. This is not my story to tell, but I will say this. Myke should not be serving in a church right now, based on what has happened to their family. We took a break from church. We did not reject God, we rejected the church. I believe that the church is a place where we go and worship God, it does not define our relationship with God, but it does help bring other people to God. I see a future blog post coming about this, at least my story.
Shortly after we got married, Myke literally looked up Assembly of God churches close by. Hope Christian was the very first church to pop up. We decided to give it a chance and believe it or not, it was the pastor’s installation Sunday, which just means it was the Sunday that he was officially made Pastor. We liked it, so we came back. We still liked it, so we came back again. You get the idea. One Sunday after church, we went out to lunch with Pastor and his wife and he asked us if we wanted to attend their leadership retreat that was coming up in the next month. We were hesitant at first, mostly because we weren’t involved and we really only knew the pastor and the youth pastor and their families. We decided to give it a try, what could possibly happen?
2.5 years later, Myke and I help lead a brand new media team. I am involved with the children’s ministry and we both play on the worship team, and we adore our church family. I honestly cannot express how much we have been accepted and loved by these people. It makes me tear up with joy when I think about how much God cared for us by placing us in this church at the point in time where we needed it. I grew up in the same church my whole life and that place was my second home. The fact that I’m calling this church my second home means that much to me.
If you live in LA/Northridge/Reseda/anywhere close, I would encourage you come to this church and visit and hopefully be a part of this family. If you have any other questions, please email me. I would be more than happy to help you.
