All Saints has been the one constant in my life.
When my mother Pat Kelly, asked me to attend a new church in Pasadena with her, I was reluctant. Ten years earlier the church I grew up in had rejected my being gay, and I was not ready to allow religion back in my life. She said, “They have really great music at All Saints,” something she knew I would appreciate. After several weeks of her cajoling me to attend with her, I acquiesced to her request. It was All Saints Sunday, 1990.