When I was little, my mom used to take me to church every week. When I got to be about 14, my dad said I was old enough to make up my own mind and that I didn't have to go if I didn't want to. He was pretty cynical about religion.

I stopped going after that, but Christmas and Easter were important to my mom so I would still go with her to those services. We went to an Episcopal church, very high-church liturgy. Candlelight service for Christmas Eve and the whole Easter vigil thing. Sometimes I miss that, but I understand what you mean about believing in something greater than yourself. It is comforting.

I know there are greater forces at work in the universe. Some of them are benevolent and some are not. I choose to believe there's a force even greater than them, though I'm never quite sure what he thinks he's doing.