I guess my article title kind of gives away my age. I had been married for a few years and visited my in‐laws in another state on a regular basis. It’s been a while, but we generally went to church with them whenever we were there. I enjoyed the Episcopal service, which was quite different from the Baptist church I was raised in, in Buffalo, NY.

I felt connected to church and God, but only sporadically attended church. When the plate was passed I would contribute ‐ something. But finally, when we visited the in‐laws at Christmas one year, we had an epiphany – we should see about joining a church at home!

The next Sunday we visited the first contender. You just have a feeling, and it just wasn’t quite right. As I recall, the interior seemed stark, and more importantly, we were generally ignored after the service.

The following Sunday we visited Epiphany. Betty Walton was standing outside with a warm smile and a handshake. She asked our names and told us we’d come to the best Episcopal Church in Atlanta, or something along that line.

It turned out that the rector was ill that day, but we had a service with lay people. We were also introduced to numerous parishioners, many of whom are still in attendance now forty‐three years later.

You are invited to join us in a host of services that will likely benefit you as well as the church as a whole. Among these are Sunday school teachers, choristers, lay ministers, food ministry, flower guild, maintenance of the grounds and building, and many more.

And yes, we are all invited to bring our monetary offerings. We need to keep the lights on, so to speak, and need to pay our staff a decent wage.

By Dennis Edmiston, Vestry Member and member since 1975