Wendy

I grew up catholic. My mother had strong beliefs. When I left home and moved to El Dorado County I had no clue of where a catholic church was. I did not attend church at all for a while. I started working with a gal by the name of Nicole. We became fast friends. She discovered the "orange chair" and would come to work and tell me all about it. She would invite me all the time and I would refuse to go. I felt that it would be wrong for me to betray my catholic religion by attending a community church. After a few months of Nicole coming to work and singing all these great songs she learned at church, I decided to check it out. I convinced my best friend Bryan to go with me. Bryan was at a low place in his life at the time. With much persuasion he decided to go, even though he swore that when we walked it the church would fall. When I first walked through the doors I looked to the left, then the right, searching for the holy water to bless myself as I walked into the house of the Lord. That is what I was accustomed to. There were no pews, just rows of orange chairs. Scott Sinner was the pastor that night. He told a story he called "the slippery rock". I remember looking over at Bryan during service, he was sitting up strait in his orange chair, listening to every word Scott said. When service was over and we were leaving Bryan looked at me and said, "he was talking to me, I know he was." The story Scott told touched a place in Bryan and made him realize he needed to change things. I knew at that moment that I was going back next week. That was 6 or 7 years ago.