Walking down the aisle in church the next day I couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. It was Offering Time and it seemed the new vicar had rung in some changes. For one thing, there was a gospel band instead of the usual traditional instruments like the gong and drums to accompany our grateful steps all the way to the altar. The gospel band felt forced to me, trying to wrest joyful dancing from my reluctant steps, blasting out my eardrums. The walk to the front …