I attended church with my dad only one time. My dad had a strict upbringing, no Sunday funnies until Monday, that sort of thing. He never forgot it. He let me read the funnies on Sunday and, even so, I found the church. Eventually. My Dad believed in the Five Dollar Prayer. Once, when a family fell on hard times, the father had been laid off and the child was sick, everybody prayed. My dad gathered up five dollars in groceries and we took the groceries to the family. We didn’t stay but a minute, a Sunday I’ll never forget.