My husband Keith and I love St. Andrews because of the welcoming acceptance that is extended to all who come through the doors. More than any church we have ever attended, the people here seem to want to share the love of God with each other and the community. We have such fun helping with the community dinners and other events. We feel blessed to be a part of the St. Andrews family.
Saint Andrew’s is my spiritual home because it provides a welcoming community to persons of many faiths and backgrounds. It makes all of us feel welcome. I love St. Andrews because it offers a celebration of God’s love in good times, bad times and everyday times.
I look forward to our weekly 8:00 a.m. service, with its quiet, meditative tone. The prayerful setting and Mother Barbara’s thought-provoking words are uplifting. We have also gotten to know many parishioners who are not only delightful, but represent wonderful models for living a Christ-filled life. We are most thankful to call St. Andrew’s our parish family!
The answer as to why St. Andrew’s is my church comes down to one word: community. When searching for a church years ago, we were greeted and engaged warmly here and ended our search that day, embracing St. Andrew’s as our spiritual home. Through the years, the missions of the parish, from programs for the youth to serving those in need in our area, have strengthened my ties to this community within and beyond the walls of the church.
What makes St. Andrews my church or spiritual home? A few things, first I believe St. Andrews is a place of healing for those wounded by churches or church members in their past. Second, you only have to walk into St. Andrew’s to feel God’s presence whether there are people there or not, although the people at St. Andrew’s continue to live out the love already steeped into the very fiber of the church. Third, the fact is St. Andrew’s lives out…
I first came to St. Andrew’s in May of 2014 right after we moved to Chambersburg from Sewanee, Tennessee. As all southerners do, I went to the church where I already had a “connection,” and that connection was between a Sewanee friend who knew Mother Betsy from their time together at General Seminary. Even on our first Sunday, my family instantly felt at home at St. Andrew’s. On the way home that first Sunday, we all talked about how comforting our experience was there and…