Just following grad school, Jamie, my gracious Catholic schoolmate, agreed to join me in a pew at my neighborhood St. Bartholomew’s as I sought a more liturgical, sovereign style of worship. Five years later, I stood beside my best friend while we exchanged marriage vows at St. Paul’s, the oldest Episcopal church in Tennessee. A few months ago, Winnie Girl was baptized at Galilee, our home church, with a seashell brimming with water, facing the sea. Yesterday, we knelt before a bishop, and were received as members of the Episcopal church.