Okay, cut the talk. Time to go to church. Wednesday isn�t a full service, it�s just dinner and some singing. But it�s still church. I don�t know if my brother is more nervous about it or I am. We haven�t been to service together since we were ten years old. The one good thing about Northridge Church is that it�s huge (900 members). So I can pretty much get lost in it. In fact, I spot not one but two other people walking around with video cameras. Before I know it Joey has me handing out audio advice, and we�re negotiating for prime tripod spots. I�m not sure if it�s a Christian or Southern thing, but everyone is strangely nice. People smile, say hello, hug each other. Some people are hugging me. I feel like an impostor being within these walls but not believing what they believe. In fact, I�m not exactly sure what they believe. The pastor says, �You won�t find a more conservative guy than me,� but one of his followers to my right has decidedly non-conservative ear studs, and another to my left has a pony tail growing from his chin. The music kicks in�file under Contemporary Christian�and people dance in the aisles in a style that evokes the Summer of Love. Being surrounded by people whirling and twirling, possessed in their love for Jesus, I feel like the conservative one. I look around for some reassurance from my brother, but I can�t find him. After some searching, I see him in the front and center. He�s singing along with a rocking hymn, raising his arms in what looks like a deep spiritual moment. From my spot in the balcony, I don�t think we could be further apart in this room, but I find myself strangely proud of him for going for what he believes.