text: Little story:   Raised Catholic, I'd only been to Catholic churches.  But right across from my childhood home stood a protestant church.   It was on a big field where all us kids would play.   One time, when I was about 7, I idly tried to open one of the side doors of this church.   It was unlocked!   The parking lot was empty, and I knew going in was wrong, but curiosity won out over scruples and I surrendered to temptation.   Gingerly tiptoeing up the church's aisle, I took stock of how this protestant church had a different feel to it.   Nowhere to kneel for one thing.  I ventured father toward their altar, if that's what it was; not much to it, just a podium really.
  
  But when I got close enough to see what was behind that altar/podium., I got the shock of my 7 yr old life.    For I was gazing upon a gigantic, industrial style, sunken bathtub!   A bathtub inside a church??  Why???    It was the last thing in the world I expected to see, and it totally blew my mind.   I fled.