our angels dressed for their baptism: Derek Hunter, Alison Blair, Charles Herbert II (aka Chip) A reader commented on this post about a possibility of a story. So here it is. I hope the reader is not disappointed. My searching for somewhere to worship God began when I was in grade school. I went to church with various friends. I did not find my place till I was in junior high school. The name of the house of worship was Avondale Methodist Church. Sunday mornings I went to Sunday School, then church, and come evening time, I attended MYF (Methodist Youth Fellowship). I was also active in the church choir. Later, as an adult my momma reminded me that I had considered converting to Catholicism. But I had told her that it sounded too hard. Oddly, I have no memory of this, but there is no reason for her to tell me that and it not be true. This Methodist church continued to be my home base up through the time I was married. Then my husband and I switched ...