It was the Anglican tradition that reconnected me to the beauty of the Eucharist, as it does for so many. I once visited an Episcopal church in Louisville, Kentucky, where the entire sanctuary was built around the table. It sat right in the center of the sunlit room, on a raised, circular chancel, surrounded by pews forming a semicircle on one side, and by the choir, lectern, and pulpit on the other—the perfect visual expression of the eucharistic thrust of Anglican liturgy.
