There Was Always Another Chair

Growing up, my grandmother's home always seemed to have room for one more person.

Family, friends, neighbors, children's friends—it didn't matter.

There was always another chair.

Looking back, I realize the chair was never the important part.

The welcome was.

Soul Honor Sanctuary was built with that same hope.

May there always be another chair.

May there always be room for one more story.

May everyone who arrives know they are welcome.