Many years ago, my wife Gloria and I decided to take dancing lessons at the local Arthur Murray studio. We knew a few dances already but we wanted to add to our repertoire. So, we took lessons one night per week for about six weeks. Quickly we discovered that we needed some place to practice our lessons, especially the foxtrot and the waltz. Our home did not have a room large enough for that purpose. Then we thought about a large classroom at our church. It had plenty of space. So, following our lessons, we would go to the church, plug in our music box, and dance to our heart’s content.

I was always a bit anxious about this. I worried that someone passing by the church might look through the window and notice some strange activity going on. They might call the police. And if a police offi…