I grew up in a house where church shaped everything we did. Sunday mornings meant clean clothes, incense in the air, and the strong belief that hard work for God would always be rewarded. My big sister gave her entire teenage years and young adult life to the church. She taught kids in Sunday school, sang in the choir until her voice got tired, planned retreats, visited sick people, and cleaned the church floors every Saturday.
Why did you stop going to church?