Last week, for the first time that I can recall in the five years since I had resigned my membership in the LDS Church, a good brother of the ward stopped me on my way to the car after church and said, "I just wanted to tell you how much I admire you. Each Sunday you come to church, sit next to your wife and listen carefully to the speakers. I know you're here supporting your wife even though you're not a believer. You stand tall in my book." I wanted to correct him that I AM a believer, but the time wasn't right.