I am a cradle Episcopalian, baptized when I was six weeks old. It was in the church where I grew up that I knew, without a doubt, that I was loved, loved by God and by the members of the church. My Christian formation took root there. I belonged. While I probably couldn’t articulate my understanding of stewardship then, I understood it in an unconscious way. We had partitioned envelopes where we placed our offering each week, one half for the local parish and one half for mission outreach.  But, it was more than money, it was time and talent, that I gave, too.