ABSTRACT
I do still attend church – once every several years when the spirit moves me. The most recent occasion was an Easter Sunday at a church in the East Village of New York City in 1998. One morning a week or two earlier, I had happened to ride my bicycle by the church, had noticed a “Jesus Saves” neon cross on the building, and, in passing, had heard singing. I turned around, went back, and listened from outside. I liked the singing so much that I decided, then and there, to return for the service on Easter Sunday.
