“If my parents didn’t know how to make disciples, what were they doing all those years?” I asked myself. As I stared at the water, it dawned on me that no one had ever validated what my mom and dad did. It didn’t fit into the mold of church programs. The leadership of the church never told them that they were doing the work of the church in their home. Church had been wrongly defined only as an event: a Bible study on Wednesday or a class and the worship service on Sunday. People went to church.