From East 77th Street to eternity

I grew up in a Protestant church. I loved the ritual, the music, and the Sunday School, and attended fairly regularly. It seemed, though, that there was always something significant missing from my religious experience—I just couldn’t figure out what it was.

My home life was difficult, and I was plagued with many illnesses, including asthma, hay fever, and allergies to cheese, fish, chocolate, cats and dogs, flowers, and more. However, I still had a full academic, musical, and social life, with other amenities, too.

When I proceeded on to college after high school, I attended the same Protestant church, but it was different. The “Father” as he was called (instead of a minister) pounded his chest and used incense. I just couldn’t relate to the service.

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