The Presbyterian Church, USA
Since we have moved to Salt Lake City, my hubby and I have been going to a Presbyterian Church. Attending a denominational church has produced mixed feelings in me sometimes as committees are formed to decided things like the new paint color for the women’s bathroom. The “Book of Order” they also use for church policy and decision making rivals the Bible in length, no joke.
Having said that, something that has brought me some amusing times and good stories is the deacon position I agreed to take 
on for awhile. Sounds so formal but it’s basically a care ministry in which I check in with specific families/individuals from time and time to make sure they are doing well, haven’t fallen in their apartment and are waiting to be discovered, things like that. This picture is of a guy named Landon – one of my peeps. He is a freshman in college and is still trying to decide if he wants to major in philosophy or computer science – a guy with many interests. He always comes up to me at service to say hi which makes me feel like a semi-cool 32 year old. So adorable, like you want to bring him home, give him some cocoa, and ask him who he likes. It’s good for me, reminding me again that the church is a group of people, not a building or an institution.