On Sunday August 17, 2020 my wife and I were confirmed as Anglicans at St. John's Anglican Church in N. Canton, OH. Five years ago I couldn't have imagined that I would ever write that sentence. Scratch that--one year ago I couldn't have imagined writing that sentence. You see, I grew up in a Reformed Presbyterian church. I was a Reformed Presbyterian. Not only were we Reformed Presbyterians, but we believed (and still do) in paedocommunion, which means children partake of the Lord's Supper as full members of the Church. We spurned the concept of Confirmation. In fact, we accused our credocommunionist brethren of being Roman Catholics and/or Baptists because they required a form of Confirmation before giving their children the Table. And here I am in 2020 as a confirmed Anglican. The Lord works in mysterious ways, my friends. 2020 has been a strange year. It has been a humbling year. It has been a year of pain and sufferi...