St. Andrew's Lives On

I grew up in Kentucky. Although I have lived in Tulsa longer than I did in Louisville, I still have a fond regard for "My Old Kentucky Home." My brother lives there as did my parents until their deaths in recent years. Laurie's parents live there as does her sister and brother and their families. So, in many ways we remain deeply connected.

I grew up in the loving care of the parish family of St. Andrew's Episcopal Church in Louisville. (I still receive their weekly newsletter, The St. Andrean, and enjoy reading of people I knew when I was small, of seasonal rituals that live on, and of challenges the congregation faces and responds to). I sang in the youth choir and served as an acolyte. I helped with Sunday School and I helped Mom as she prepared meals for numerous church gatherings. I was challenged in confirmation class led by Dr. Anderson and confirmed by Bishop Marmion (I can still hear his aristocratic Virginia accent).

I came of age spiritually among young people in the diocese and especially at diocesan camps and youth events. I was a camp counselor at the diocesan camp grounds---All Saint's on Rough River Reservoir near Litchfield, Kentucky. Laurie and I first met at one such camping experience. My first real job was teaching at an Episcopal School in Goshen, Kentucky.

These warm memories from my church life form a significant part of who I am, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Of course, there were pains and tribulations as well, but for me these fade into the background more readily than do the positive moments. When I recall the unpleasant, I now regard them with the perspective of time as challenges and opportunities rather than as wounds.

What people, places and stories are a part of who you are today? As we walk together, you bless me with all that you are, including these parts of your own journey.