Born into a single-parent family that attended church every time the doors were open, I encountered and accepted the gospel at an early age. After moving abruptly in middle school and not connecting with a church in our new hometown, my spiritual growth stunted, and I began to equate faith with outward moral actions. New Mexico was a literal and spiritual desert in my life, and I believed moving to Dallas to attend college at SMU would be an opportunity to pursue God once again.
Instead, I was quickly captivated by the idols of Dallas life that were present on SMU's campus. After my freshman year of college, my mother began attending a Mormon church, and my initial respect for her new community led me to become a member myself. Although I loved my community and friends, the facade began to unravel, and I knew that I had to choose Christ plus nothing or Christ plus my own useless works.
Graciously, the Lord softened my heart during my junior year of college on a trip from Washington, D.C., to Dallas. I was overwhelmed by the idolatry evident in the Mormon church and finally asked God whether or not I should stay there. When I walked on that plane I was Mormon, and when I walked off I was shaken to my core and knew that I would not stay. I left shortly after and began to walk in community that taught the grace found in God's initiating and redeeming love. In that season I began to see how the Lord had been writing my story all along. I continue to marvel at how He extends mercy and kindness to me each and every day.
Hope for The Village Church
My hope for The Village is that we would be a tangible expression of God's unrelenting mercy, faithfulness and kindness to a broken world.