Take a letter, Maria

If you don’t go to church, you won’t understand this column. I grew up in the First Baptist Church of my small Alabama town. Since my father was one of the pillars of the church, we were there as a family every time the doors opened. When I came of age, I was placed in the Girls Auxiliary which everyone just called GA’s. In GA’s, you learned about missionaries (especially Lottie Moon), Bible scrip…