Where is Church? I say it is in the heart.
This post was originally featured here on this blog on June 5, 2011 So I never knew Ophelia and Frank Bryant. Both of them died long before I was even on the radar of arriving on this planet Earth...but I know they passed on something amazing to their children. Church! No not a building ...not a minister...not some piece of scripture. They passed on what I call "Church." "Church" to me is synonymous with spirituality. It means love. It means compassion. It means being open instead of being closed off. It means, here is my heart...I am showing it to you and I will help you find yours. Now the family was definitely a set of church going people as evidenced by Ophelia's obituary. She was the church organist. On a side note, can I tell you something about the day I received that obituary in the mail. So funny how you don't really stop to think about these things until someone puts a spotlight on it. My grandmother had an organ and a piano in her home. My A