Yesterday I visited a childhood home. Not the house where we lived, but the church I grew up attending. According to my mother, when I was five years old, she had taken me to visit several Episcopal churches near our new home. When we visited St. Matthew’s, the minister greeted me by getting down to my level and saying, “Welcome, Melissa. I am so glad you are here,” I looked up at my mother and said, “This is our church, Mommy.” Now, over sixty years later, I often find myself longing for some of what first began to draw my heart towards God at St. Matthew’s so many years ago–…