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Easton Bryant

I grew up in Trinity. There was no question in our household what we were doing three times every week. As long as the church doors were open on Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, and Wednesday nights, we were there.

Sometimes, as a youth, I was definitely uninterested and felt I probably had better things to be doing, but I didn’t realize what this discipline of attending was actually doing for me. It was giving me a firm foundation that I’m incredibly grateful for today.

After graduating, I moved away for 11 years. During that time, I definitely wasn’t showing up three times weekly in a church - I only went on the occasions I found it convenient. But when I moved back to Columbia after those 11 years, I rediscovered my old church home and a brand new purpose. That foundation has provided me more than I ever would’ve imagined.

My nephew, Jax, was 14 at the time and he was playing drums in the church band. Trinity had a special music night during the fall and I was asked to play some guitar parts for a couple of the singers. A good time was had and that was that.

Then I was asked to maybe sit in again sometime. My foundation told me I had to get right with myself.

While I had gotten into a routine of attending again, I wasn’t being an active, serving member. If my 14-year-old nephew could get out of bed early to show up and do his part weekly, what kind of excuse could a grown man like me have? Fast forward to now, I’ve been serving in the band just about every single Sunday for seven years.

But there’s more. Shortly after committing to this role, I started dating my wife, Mercedes. She, too, hadn’t been in a great church routine, but by also diligently attending and becoming active, she has developed a faith that is to be coveted. I won’t go into detail as I’m sure she’ll share her story eventually, but let’s just say she’s on fire!

In the end, I’m writing this because I want you to know what Trinity means to my family and me. There’s a distinct “before & after” for me. I was aimlessly wandering. Now I’m not.

We’re involved in a small group on Sunday evenings where there is zero judgement, no topic is off limits, and we’re genuinely loved and prayed for by people who have become family. There’s no doubt about it: Our church is a hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints. We don’t go to church because we’re perfect, but we go because we’ll never be and we need God’s word to renew us!

There’s an entire tribe of active kids at Trinity and our kids are excited to go every single time. Of course, we love knowing we’re giving them a firm foundation as they learn and grow.

If you’re not currently active in a church home, I invite you. It’s not scary. I promise. You don’t have to wear a dress or learn how to tie a necktie.

You don’t have to quit this or quit that before you show up. It’s ridiculous to think you have to meet a standard ahead of time. That’s not how it works. Just show up. I struggle daily, but I also know I’m much better off than I would be because I show up.

God’s grace can be seen in your life daily. It’s only right to give Him a couple hours a week. It’s a gift that’s waiting for you.

Hope to see you soon,
Easton