An Attender at the Altar

I grew up in a liturgical church. Newborn children were baptized into the community of faith. We celebrated the Lord's Supper often. The preaching was good and we were trained for intelligent membership. I went to Sunday School and grew up to learn Greek and silence.

God came among us in ways both prescribed and proscribed. We were taught that the Holy Spirit did not drift on the air (despite that unyielding saying of Jesus) but worked through means. Baptism and Holy Communion were two of t...