I was here for a wedding last weekend — congrats, Emma and Drew! — and happily did not burst into flames upon passing through church doors for the first time in a while. A recovering Episcopalian, I felt great nostalgia kneeling on comfy prayer cushions and watching the sunshine bask through beautiful stained glass windows. The whole place was beautiful, truly, despite having strayed from the church. Our pastor was a little rough in some of his ad-libbing but otherwise lead a beautiful service and I couldn’t be happier for my friends.