Yesterday, I happened into a UMC for the first time since leaving St. Paul's years ago. I had to go into the Fellowship Hall for a pre-assessment for my senior portfolio. I suppose the school didn't have enough space, and so we were in the church. The one thing that struck me was the smell. It was the same industrial smell that is shared with buildings created in the late 60s, plus the smell of all of those Bibles and Hymnals. All I could think about during my pre-assessment were the times I tore through the halls of St. Paul's, running around with friends in between church and sunday school and as I grew older all the time I spent in the church for various Youth Group related activities.