Two years ago this past May I was received into the Episcopal Church. My particular reception liturgy was awkward and chaotic for me. Our priest-in-charge at my church had just stepped in at that point, and so I missed some of the information that I needed before the liturgy. So I came in late and wound up walking into the meeting with the Bishop when it was halfway through; 10 minutes before the mass my priest hadn't shown up yet owing to getting stuck at the doctor, and he was in a flannel shirt and jeans when he did. It was in a tiny church in a tiny town, and the music consisted of a single organist who meets every stereotype of the classic little-old-lady-set-in-her-ways organist who makes so many mistakes that it threw off all the people who actually read music. All in all, quite the "rinky-dink" service. It was my mother's first exposure to the Episcopal Church, and I'm afraid that it wasn't the best possible impression for someone being completel