If God is first, the community will fall into place

This past Sunday my husband and I took my visiting mother and brother to our little wooden church. Mark slipped away into the choir pews at the back while we stocked up on missals and pieces of paper with the day’s prayers and hymns (Latin and English) printed on them. My brother slid into the wrong row of connected wooden prie-dieux, and I marched into my own. He followed me, looking quizzical.

“We all have our own pew,” I whispered.

“What!?”