“Growing up, I learned early on that church wasn’t something we just did on the weekend. During the week we would fold bulletins, fill communion cups and visit those unable to leave their homes. According to my mom, helping during the week was not an option, it was something we did as part of our church family. Although I didn’t fully understand those acts of service at the time, I knew who Jesus was and understood he died for my life. I had faith. That faith is what I would cling to in college while settling into West Des Moines as a young adult. Church was not a priority for me at that time, and I knew that needed to change. God did, too. Through a knock on our door on a Sunday afternoon in 1994, it did. Standing on the other side of that door was the pastor of a new church, Mike, along with his wife, Sally. They energetically shared their vision for this small church, prayed for us and asked if we would attend one service. We made a promise to attend, and we did. The next week in ...