I distinctly remember my first time attending church at about the age of seven. My grandpa Donald, who the town folk called "Red," took me to one up the dirt road from his farmhouse. Somewhere in these threads, I posted a picture of a church that reminded me of it when I saw it, not that I've ever forgotten it. I don't remember much about the sermon, but I do remember quite nostalgically the sense of love and brotherhood, and I suppose that's something enduring so that I can't really ever forget it because it is real and everlasting. Today, in conversation with my pa surrounding the context of the LDS church shooting, I told my pa, "If I were to choose a definitive religion, I'm a Quaker." And He said, "that's the church I grew up in..." I said, "Yea? The one down the street from Grandpa's?" and he said, "Yes, the Friends church!"
Then I marveled at how I actually ended up where I had actually started.