Bryan and I spent Easter Sunday at church — the first time in a long time for both of us. We’ve been trying to figure out if we’re going to take our children-to-be to church. The first step was finding one that lined up with our values. I’ve never been super religious; my mom convinced me attend a Baptist day camp in exchange for no tuna fish all summer. Bryan’s parents took him to a Lutheran church on the holidays. I suggested All Saints Episcopal Church because I remembered that Jim Wallis had spoken there on his book tour a while ago. I’d been curious to see it for myself. On the way in, I saw a friend who used to be an L.A. Times reporter — and then saw two more as the day went on. I took those as encouraging signs. The rector’s sermon made more references to current events than I’d ever heard in a Sunday sermon before — referencing the unrest in the Middle East, the Japanese earthquake and tsunami and the president. He encouraged the congregation to make decisions out of compassion, not from the fearful, reptilian part of our brain. He spoke of ideas he learned from other faiths. I found myself nodding several times throughout the sermon and I think we got out of it what we wanted in a church: some food for thought and the will to be better people.