It's bizarre. I don't know what our median age is, but we've got everybody. There are people in their 60s and 70s here. And they have a presence.

It's just on tables. We encourage people during musical worship to get up and get their own piece of bread. A lot of people with families will break off a chunk of bread and get a glass of wine and go back to their table and have communion as a family. I don't put a lot of restrictions on it. For us right now there are a lot of people who really desire the Lord deeply, and if you put up more up roadblocks, they might get discouraged and just pitch it all. We really believe in erring on the sake of it's OK.

We did nothing. We had no money. We had no core people. We have taken what's in our guts and said this seems to be the right thing to do.

There was no robust auction that I could see. It's been a bizarre process . . . For all the effort and bravado, it's amusing.

The freakish is no longer a private zone, difficult of access. People who are bizarre, in sexual disgrace, emotionally violent are seen daily on the newsstands, on TV, in the subways.

The market goes through these bizarre mood swings. All of a sudden, people are concerned that we're in a soft patch and that it may get worse before it gets better.