I grew up going to church. I was an acolyte. That means during services I would wear a robe and cross, light and extinguish candles, hold the giant Bible for the pastor to read from, and help serve communion. I always felt very special when it was my turn to acolyte. I liked wearing the robe and felt honored to go behind the altar to serve. I wasn’t particularly religious in my day to day life but in these moments as an acolyte, I felt like I was participating in something not quite of this world.