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I have a friend who buried a parent recently, and after some time had passed I noticed my friend didn’t appear to be doing much better. I approached him in a careful—but light—manner and, indeed, he was still struggling with the loss. He had been divorced for many years, and didn’t really have a close circle of family or friends to share his grief. I asked if he was affiliated with any church or religious group. Sometimes people just need to talk.
He looked at me as if I had two heads.
“Please,” he waved. “When I was about 10 years old, my mom and I went into a church to ask about joining, and the clergyman in the chapel was so rude that we decided right there and then to never come back to a church for anything!”