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.