Once upon a time, I went to Vacation Bible School. I was but a young lass of 5 and, though I was the love child of an agnostic and an atheist, off I went to church to play with the pious and learn the Word of the Lord. I have only one memory of my time in the church basement...spelling out John 3:16 with alphabet pasta. When I close my eyes, I can still smell the heady aroma of diluted fruit punch, old Vienna Fingers and glue. For God so loved the world that children were forced to spread his word with Elmer's glue and stale semolina. I think I may finally be reaping the benefits of that summer fling with the Baptists, though. What once was lost has now been found...I have my prescription sunglasses.