The following Sunday, I started to go to the RP church—and not for research. That morning—February 14, 1999—I emerged from the bed of my lesbian lover and an hour later was sitting in a pew at the Syracuse RP Church. I share this detail with you not to be lurid but merely to make the point that you never know the terrain someone else has walked to come worship the Lord. Even though I felt like a freak in that church, I was drawn to keep going back.
