Who Is Our Neighbor?

When I visit the public library in Williamsburg, the beautiful stained glass windows bring back fond memories. The building was formerly the Presbyterian Church where my family and I worshiped. I can still hear Irene Miller playing the Sunday morning chimes as they echoed throughout our neighborhood.

Coming of age in the ’70s when church membership waned due to an aging population, I was one of the youngest members. I wore many hats as a young Christian in a small church. I was a Sunday school teacher, collected the offering, provided special music, was on the session, and eventually became an...