Hi folks. I'm Michael. Not to be confused with the archangel, obviously. At least, not since the dry cleaners lost my wings. I was dyed-in-the-wool Roman Catholic until my late 20s. Then the Lord set up a divine appointment for my wife & myself with her aunt & uncle. The latter had recently gotten 'on fire for God' and left the RCC for Assemblies of God. We ran into them on a camping trip to the shore of Lake Superior, hours away from both their home and ours. The biting black flies were bad along the shore that day, but amazingly there were none at that particular campground, so we got a campsite together. Her aunt and uncle were fun to visit with, and they talked about God as if He were their best friend. It awoke a hunger in me to have that sort of close personal relationship with Him as well. My wife and I started watching TBN on tv and began attending an A/G church. We grew in Bible understanding by leaps and bounds in a short space of time. Then about 6 years later the Lord led us to move 1000 miles away by faith, no job in hand, to the Tulsa area. He led me to a type of work that has been a blessing to us for two and a half decades, and we attended a 'word of faith' Bible school. We were members of the church associated with that school for many years, then spent some time in 2 other non-denoms and then 1 A/G. But those churches all have "modernized" to the point where it felt to me like I was attending a show. More loud music with guitars and drums, more poor song lyrics, less of the solid Bible teaching that I'd come to expect, and no traditional hymns (which are often so rich in meaning as well as melody). I was complaining to the Lord a bit about this for several months and saying, "isn't there someplace better?" As I scanned an online list of local churches one day, my eyes fell upon the name of this one Anglican church... and I felt joy and peace leap inside me. Whoa! This couldn't be from my flesh or my brain; I'd never wanted to attend another liturgical church. This had to be the leading of the Holy Spirit! I even tried to reason my way out: Look, Lord, there's another Anglican church even closer to my house; why this other one instead of that one? But I knew where He was leading me, so I thought okay, I'll try them out. And that Sunday when I attended, it felt so right. Like coming home. So I made time later in the week to sit down with the pastor (who is very down-to-earth) to ask some hard questions and get to know him a bit. And although I'm still working through a few small issues in my mind (such as the statue of Mary in the sanctuary), I'm feeling more and more like I'm taking root in this new church family.