I got back a short time ago from the funeral of Puddin Bankston, my landlady and really one of the grand Southern dames of West Feliciana Parish. Say what you will theologically about the Episcopalians, but they sure know how to have church. At least down South, they do. It was so beautiful to reflect on the fact that Puddin, who was 78 when she died from cancer, was baptized in Grace Episcopal Church, was married there, and, after services, was buried in its graveyard at noon. We don’t often think of Episcopalianism as a tribal religion, but it really is the tribal religion of a certain kind of Southerner. It was a pleasure to be among them this morning as they saw off one of their own.