I first attended Holy Cross Church on November 11, 2001.  Although a Christian all my life, I had not attended church on a regular basis for some time.  On March 26, 200l  I lost my mother not knowing that six months later I would also loose my dad.  The emptiness I felt was beyond words.  I thought no one could help me, and being in North Carolina,  away from my family in Pennsylvania, was unbearable.

As I sat in church that first Sunday, a peace came over me that I hadn't felt in so long.  The friendliness of the people of Holy Cross kept me coming back week after week.  Pastor John Duncan, with his quick visit to my home, made sure that this lost sheep would not stray and reinforced my commitment to become a faithful follower again. 

I became a member of Holy Cross on March 10, 2002. I took part in their first Alpha course which helped me learn more about Christianity and the Holy Spirit.  I then became a group leader for the next Alpha course and served twice on the Alpha prayer team.  I attended a Bible Study during Lent and soon, a Via de Cristo weekend. I can truly say I had my walk with God upon that Via de Cristo mountaintop.  I felt so close to him on that mountain that I hated to come down,  but also knew that there was a lot to accomplish yet in growing in my faith.