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October 31, 2013
I arrived at Judson Memorial 15 minutes late, but only missed the first part of the opening music, which could have served double-duty as a sleeping pill. The chairs were arranged in a large circle, about four rows deep, which threw me off a bit because it didn't look like the other church service I'd attended in the same space this summer. I prayed that this configuration didn't mean we'd be required to introduce ourselves, one by one, like on the first day of elementary school. Even though I'm an atheist, I'm still thanking God that my prayer was answered.