A few months ago, Becca and I went to an Anglican service. A couple of days after that, I watched a documentary about C.S. Lewis, and the thought struck me that if Lewis walked into our regular Sunday service it would be an entirely foreign experience to him; it would be unrecognizable. But if he walked into the Anglican service, it would’ve been (with only a few small exceptions) exactly like the church services he attended in Oxford; he would’ve felt right at home. Just an interesting thought, is all, and one that has stuck with me since then.