It felt like church, even though it was just chairs in a crowded room and a succession of strangers behind a microphone. It felt like church. A ritual in which we each have a role, using stories and sacraments, wine and bread or a drink from the bar, to point to a reality we each inhabit but rarely stop to reflect upon. Questions drawn from first person experience and offered to one another: Why do we hurt one another? How do I live after a death? Where do I belong?