UMC

I was raised United Methodist. My grandfather was a UM preacher down in Alabama and he loved the fire and brimstone. Thankfully, my parents were a little more reserved, and openminded. Still, I loved to listen to my Grandfather preach. He was amazing. And they were usually the audiences where someone was crying out "Amen" or "Yessir." If you have never seen that, you need to. You can feel the energy in the air. Indescribeable.

I started out at Grandview UMC, but barely remember it. My formitive years were spent just down the road from there at Trinity UMC. This stands majestically on a hill. Its a large structure with beautiful stained glass windows that allowed the Sunday morning light to come in during service. Absolutely beautiful.

So, I grew up there. I was in the youth group. I had friends and enjoyed going to MYF every Sunday evening. I looked forward to it. We had great youth pastors and we all learned a lot. I loved it.