Grew up Methodist.
Been Anglican/Episcopalian for last 15 years or so.
Time for a joke.

A guy is shipwrecked and castaway on a desert island for 10 years.
Every night he lights a signal fire.
At long last a passing freighter sees his light and at dawn a landing party comes ashore in a small boat.
The castaway takes the ship captain on a short tour of his little domain, and they come to three huts, two of which are in good shape and one of which is dilapidated.

"What are these?" says the captain.

"Oh this first one is where I live, and the next one is where I go to church."

"And what about this other one?" asks the captain, pointing to the neglected hut.

The castaway replies, "Oh that's where I used to go to church."