This post is an excerpt from a longer essay posted on my Substack. Find the full piece at eileenmargaret.substack.com.I ponder community while surveying a row of chapels in Port Angeles, a little town by the sea. Apostolic, Baptist, Presbyterian. Separate, with their own personalities. Very American, I deem the whole thing. Small, separate, unique, independent. Fractured. I wonder what happens inside each one. Who congregates, what the songs are like. How different are they? Both of my parent...