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How I Found a Church Home

And stopped believing I was a visitor

I stood when my name was read from the guest book at Second Baptist Church. Worshipers twisted around in their pews to get a good look. Having visited other churches, I knew this routine. Behind anonymous smiles, they were appraising the relative demureness of my attire and rating the level of Christian piety in my demeanor. I refused to give them the…