I found it immensely moving to commit to the sense that the world is good in the face of evidence to the contrary. I find it poignant that I saw people being able to make that commitment, and it didn’t seem to me in talking to people that they were naive about the terrible things that happened in their lives and in the world. But they were asserting that this was nevertheless a wonderful place to be. It just wasn’t just quite that way yet. And I don’t know why I found that so moving, but I did. And I would say that I experienced God when I was at that church. What does that mean? I don’t think I know. I don’t think I can put words to that. I wouldn’t call myself a Christian, but I did — through this practice of praying and thinking about the stories that were told in church. I love the Gospel of Mark because it’s so ragged and contradictory, and Jesus is so intensely human and mysterious and paradoxical. I found it very moving. And I would have these moments of joy that I would call God. I’m not sure that the pastor would call that God.