I don’t know exactly what it was. The Alpha program that taught me of faith and humility. The many dinners I helped serve that put names on faces I’ve seen during church. The times at our Outreach where I witnessed care and compassion to others. Or Father Steve’s homilies that I felt at times he was speaking directly to me. It may have been one of these or all. I don’t know. But what it has given me is a gift. A home. A place as my father had. A place to serve, in the house of the Lord.