The wooden altar, sitting a few feet above the floor, only a short distance from where we all sat, was covered with ridiculous clutter. Game boxes, candy bags, sound equipment, cords, a laptop, and several other objects lined the length of the altar, with only a few small spots of the smooth wooden surface still visible. As I stared at it, I was overcome with a desperate, sorrowful feeling. A feeling of longing to see that altar in use again.