I grew up attending a Presbyterian church, but like many in my generation I left in my teens.

I found my way back to the church after a series of tragic deaths when I felt that I needed some kind of spiritual grounding. I eventually found myself driving to seminary on a beautiful September day wondering if I was doing the right thing. It was 8:30 in the morning on September 11, 2001 when I opened a Bible for the first time in over 15 years! I decided to stay despite my trepidation.