I cannot stop thinking about Robin Williams. All of his movies, the ones that made me laugh and the ones that made me cry, all of his quips and witticisms, so original, so deft, so often defining a truth so real that it is nailed to a permanent place in my mind. In the wake of his tragic death, it is nice to rediscover his light-hearted definition of an Episcopalian.

 An Episcopalian : No snake handling. You can believe in dinosaurs. Male and female, God created them; male and female, we ordain them. You don’t have to check your brains at the door. Pew aerobics. Church year is color-coded. Free wine on Sunday.  All of the pageantry–none of the guilt.  You don’t have to know how to swim to get baptized —and the number one reason to be an Episcopalian:  No matter what you believe, there’s bound to be at least one other Episcopalian who agrees with you.