Love God! Love Neighbor! By Sara Hill
The Song of My Youth I am a "baby boomer" from New York, and in the world I grew up in, the church was the absolute center of gravity. It wasn't just a place we went on Sundays; it was our social life and our family. I essentially sang my way through the sanctuary, starting in the Cherub Choir and eventually finding my place in the High School choir. Back then, the lines were very clearly drawn. We were the "Methodist Youth Fellowship" (MYF) kids. I remember being so deeply involved in our church activities that I barely knew the girl who lived just down the street because she went to the Catholic church. Even the Girl Scout troops were separated by denomination. While I’m glad those walls have come down today, that early immersion in the Methodist tradition planted seeds in me that I didn't even recognize at the time. Leadership seemed to find me early, whether I was looking for it or not. I ended up as the president of the sub-district for the MY...