My story with Jesus and his church Sunday mornings often began before dawn as a kid, as my brother and I stumbled into the station wagon and joined our dad
My earthly father adored me as a child—he took me on cheesecake dates and carried me on his shoulders on the beach. So, when my parents separated at age 10,
I was raised in a Catholic home where we went to church every Sunday morning and I enjoyed going. I don’t remember ever really connecting with God during that time