I loved this essay.  It flowed beautifully and the Irish humour I've come to know and love was dotted throughout.  I laughed wholeheartedly at the Dead Kennedy's scenario and his mother's response; I teared, and my heart warmed when Kelly so poignantly expressed the reason so many of us go to church  - to come together in goodwill, to contemplate, to be part of a community, and to receive that warm welcome you can faithfully count on.  The world around us doesn't seem to make a lot of sense some days but going to church puts my mind at ease and I relish the quiet hour of peace and oneness I so often feel.  Thank you, Kelly, for telling your story and warming my heart on this Easter Sunday.... as I run from child to child who've only been able to visit the porcelain god today due to the blessing of a stomach virus.  I was missing going to church today but your article transported me there, if only for a few minutes between dashes to the kids.