After my rebaptism event, I was surprised to find that I felt no particular need to start going back to church. But I got a girlfriend in the fall of 1978, and Susan attended the Unitarian Church in Schenectady. I tried it, and it it didn’t “take.” I was in the choir briefly, though the music never connected with me.
More to the point, it seemed that some of the policy discussions were silly, such as whether candles were “papist,” undoubtedly the concern of some lapsed Roman Catholics. Candles are CANDLES! I went to church on Christmas eve, either that year or the next, at a Catholic church, as I recall.
It wasn’t until my maternal grandmother funeral in 1982 that I got to seriously thinking about church. Continue reading “The return to church”