Baptized with a sprinkle of water, I once received communion at a church basement potluck. Other than that, I had steered clear of church, believing that church would cramp my style. Just to test my theory, I committed myself to attend an Episcopal church during Lent and sit in on every activity for the duration: Ash Wednesday, Sunday services, Bible study, community meals, Palm Sunday, Maundy this and Friday that … everything. They even had a special class to prepare folks for Confirmation. In for a dime, in for a dollar, I went to the classes and was confirmed that Eastertide.