I attended the church for the first time this past Sunday and was very impressed. I really felt like I have found what I've been looking for my whole life. You see, I come from a broken home and was raised an only child by a single mother. When I was a young boy, my mom found the Lord and I followed in her footsteps. I find it ironic the way the Pastor said on Sunday how he knew when he was a young boy what he was doing, because I did too. I was only eight years old when I accepted the Lord as my Savior and was baptized, however I knew what I was doing. Well, the thing is that, that church we attended was like a giant family; once the church went almost one-hundred percent Spanish, we left...that was almost twenty years ago. Since then I have searched for a church to call home and I think I may have found it in in Living Word.