it as a large pool of water never exceeding a depth of two inches. Janet and I attended many different Evangelical churches during the first eighteen years of our marriage and taught classes most of the time, both at home and in adult Bible classes in the churches, but we always sensed the shallowness and deficiency of Evangelicalism, especially, for me, when it came to theological and historical continuity with the early Church and, for Janet, when it came to worship. She often said, “I can’t sit