(203//365) When I was really little, my mom watched children in the nursery at First Presbyterian Church during Sunday service. I attended their Sunday School primarily for the juice and cookies served in the courtyard after class. Shortly after and for many years I helped my mom clean my grandmother’s church, the First Church of Christ Scientist every Saturday and the Christian Science Reading Room downtown one Saturday a month to make our family a little extra cash. (I also reluctantly attended Sunday school there a few times at my grandmother’s urging.)
When I was a teenager, my parents and I cooked dinner for Sunday evening service for my aunt’s church, St. Paul’s United Methodist. I managed to steer clear of churches for years until getting a job at the Colorado Springs Independent, an alt-weekly newspaper that happened to reside in the old United Brethren Church; for 6 years I sat in the choir loft.
I love churches. Especially the old gothic cathedrals. Breathtaking architectural tributes to human mastery, talent and spirituality. (This photo in particular was shot at The Cathedral Basilica of the Immaculate Conception in downtown Denver.)
And I grew up agnostic but you wouldn’t quite know it based on that brief history.
Did I mention I now work for a catholic Jesuit university?