Once, I was one of the sneakers. Maybe the old folks didn't know we were there, but we were.
A long time ago, back in the revolutionary 1970s, my co-conspirators and I would sometimes sneak away from the dignified worship services of our own tradition. We weren’t abandoning the faith. But, we had to sneak anyway. I mean, what would people think? We were going to visit, shhh -- please don’t say this too loudly, a Charismatic worship service.