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Before Christian Life, There was Central Church of Christ

Death does something weird to a family. It unites people who haven’t spoken since Reagan was president, it brings out relatives, who may as well be dead because it’s been so long since we’ve seen them, and it ignites long forgotten memories. It’s like an unidentified scent that reminds you of that random time at Grandma’s. That’s what my cousin’s untimely death, at only 32 years old, has done for me. It has to have been at least 5 years since I last saw him. I spent some time with my aunt and he was there with his family. We really didn’t talk but that was the last time I saw him.

The funniest thing about his death is that it brings back memories of my time before I became a member of my church, 19 years ago at 14. Before Christian Life became the family church, Central Church of Christ, was the unofficial family church. My aunt was the only one who attended church regularly and she basically lived at Central Church of Christ. For whatever reason, there was no family church, on either side of my family, so Central Church of Christ was it. It was the place we attended service, when we needed to go, and the place we had family funerals. When we spent the weekend, or summers with my aunt, we often spent so much time at Central Church of Christ that they were our second family. The first lady would line us up by age and give us snacks or candy and that’s how I remember I’m one month older than my cousin. That month meant I was an old lady and he would never forget it. I remember talking to my aunt’s church friends and making friends with the other young people. When we were with her, it was a marathon of shopping, church, either for service or to socialize, eating, and back to church for either service or socializing. As a young person, I didn’t realize how much time we spent there. Before I started my journey at Christian Life, I almost got baptized at Central Church, but we found our own church home and I got baptized there. At Christian Life, I found a home. I joined the youth group, got to know other young people, and found my Christian identity. The thing that my cousin’s death makes me most grateful for is that time spent at Central Church of Christ.

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