I was made for this

I couldn’t wait to leave the tiny United Methodist Church in Lepanto, Arkansas, where I grew up. Going to college meant graduating from this small farming community in the northeast Arkansas Delta and our church, where my sisters and I were often the only kids. We had no youth group. We performed all the acolyte duties and served communion. The weekly rhythm of my life to include Sunday morning worship was set. Although I was nurtured and...