I’m often thankful that I’m a member of the Episcopal Church.I’m what they call a “cradle Episcopalian,” which means I was born into the church, I was baptized, confirmed, married in the church and someday I’ll be buried with the liturgy of the dead in the Episcopal Church.

I’m not a cradle Alexander Citian – I moved here in 1989 and there are still some folks that I’m trying to impress so I can get “full hometown status.” But I am a cradle Episcopalian, which gets me at least one gold star and a measure of clout in some circles.