I am "churchless". I grew up as a Roman Catholic altar-boy, seriously. I lived in a big old church - I rang the multi-tons bells in a tower with ticker ropes than my arms were at a time. I ran to rang them for noon, for church, during church, for funerals, for weddings. I play the organ while someone else pumped the air... I was to be a kick-ass priest.

Then I lost my parents at age 13 and I was adopted by my father's sister. They were 7th Day Adventists, and I lived the life of a protestant with the same faithfulness as before.

There is no Church. There is only Christ.