A few years back, I was looking for a new church, a new community that would allow me to consider my spirit in ways that focused on justice and what was possible. I had seen Church of Hope while walking around the neighborhood and at the farmers’ market, so I searched out more info about it. What I found on the Internet made me hopeful. During my first time attending, I felt at home. The mix of the eclectic and the ecclesiastical within the membership (the people) made me feel comfortable. That is, it was a community that shared comfort with me. And it’s been the people (the community) more than the ritual that’s kept me coming back for more than eight years.