"Our son, Buddy, died February 22, 1992 of AIDS. He was 30 years old. He was a beautiful, energetic, talented little blond boy, the delight of his parents, teachers and especially of his grandfather, “Big Jim.” The years preceding Buddy’s death were very difficult. He went from top honor role at Landon School to living on the streets."
"Our family, my husband Roland Hoover, and our two daughters Sarah and Emily, were drawn to St. Columba’s in 1976 by the excellent music programs and the added bonus of the Rector Bill Swing. Recalling my faith story, I realize how important family, music, especially singing ,and prayer has been in this journey ..."
"I am going to tell you about a life-changing event that led to a conversion experience for me. I had suffered a massive stroke about thirty years ago. The context is important. Terry and I were empty nesters. We were very involved in our careers. We drove into work together and drove back home together. Whoever had to work latest ..."
"Is my faith really deep enough to talk about? Do I have a vocabulary to make what I feel sound spiritual enough? Is my faith strong enough to be examined deeply? My faith did not come to me as a transformational experience; it's been with me since childhood. I think of it as a kind of smoldering fire that every now and then sparks up ..."
"I grew up a very lucky child, in a loving Catholic family in Iowa, the second son of five children. As a boy, I remember saying the rosary as a family quite often, particularly in the car on the weekly trip home from my grandparent’s house. My mom’s brother was a priest and theologian, and both my parents avid readers and debaters, so there was always plenty of religious talk around the family dinner table ..."
"When Kate asked me to share my faith story, only one word came to mind … exposed. You see, I’ve listened to faith stories–moving and eloquent accounts of spiritual journeys and moments of epiphany. I’ve heard those stories and now it’s supposed to be my turn. But what do I have to share?
"When I was about 11 years old, I asked my father when was the last time he cried. So one important thing about my dad is that he is a pastor in the Moravian Church. Moravians are an old, but small, Protestant denomination that you may not have encountered if you didn't grow up in Winston Salem, NC like I did, or in and around Bethlehem, PA. As an eleven year old, I was embarrassed to cry ..."
"My brother Chris died in a car accident when he was 19. He had just returned to Delaware, where we grew up, from what was supposed to be a gap year between high school and college which he spent sailing in the Caribbean and South America. He had been having the time of his life. I was 22 at the time, and on top of the world myself. I was in law school in Chicago and it was going well.
"My faith story is a love story. I grew up feeling loved and believing in a loving God, thanks in large part to my devoutly Catholic mother and paternal grandmother. I came to St. Columba’s by way of the Mothers’ Group in September 2001 with our two small boys and felt a sense of loving acceptance, as if I was home. In those early years we were under the radar, just regular Sunday members – first in the Great Hall and then in the Nave.
"Sharing my faith story reminds me of when I was an organizational development leader and we would roll out a new leadership program. For the first iteration, the strongest, most promising leaders attended. As the program became established, other leaders came – the ones struggling more with their skills or way of being. I feel a little bit like that today. The living “saints” of our wonderful parish have told their story. Now I get to try ..."
"When they asked me to speak of my faith story, I took a look to see what Mark Twain had to say about faith. He says, “Faith is believing in things that you just know are not true.” And I can really relate to that … a doubting Thomas, for sure. I probably became most acutely aware of the presence of God in my life when I was in law school ..."
“Growing up I didn’t think much about my faith. My father was in the foreign service, and I lived most of my childhood and early teen years in Mexico, Brazil, Columbia and Ecuador. With the exception of my fourth and fifth grade years, we only went to church when we were visiting grandparents in the states ..."
"My husband, Dick and I came to St. Columba’s in 1979. We were in deep distress over our older son’s addiction to alcohol and drugs. Dick needed church. I was angry at God. I would sit in the back pews and not participate. We were both working in challenging jobs–the major focus in our lives. In 1987, Dick suffered a major stroke ..."
"So my faith journey begins in Nashville, TN at a large Methodist church, in a city known as the “buckle on the bible belt,” or the “Protestant Vatican.” … Now as a Protestant, I was raised to accept our direct access to God through a shared priesthood of all believers. This is why we refer to this entire parish as the ministers of St. Columba’s, and not just the ordained members. More simply put, I was born with this great gift of having God essentially on speed dial 24/7 ..."