 I was always forgetting basic prayers and holy days of obligation. They seemed to approach the dogmas and rules as a gift, a source of freedom, a ladder up to God. I wrestled with them, doubted them, disobeyed them, constantly ran variations on Pascal's wager in my head. They joined Opus Dei or attended Latin masses. I was often at a 5 p.m. guitar class, hating the aesthetics but preferring the schedule because it fit my spiritual faith. Sloth, excuse me.