A young man entered a beautiful cathedral which was so ornately decorated that the very sight of it could make the hardest of sinners cry in repentance. He made his way down the aisle of the church and found it surprisingly empty except for a solitary worshipper bowing before a peculiar looking altar in prayer. As the young man approached this ornately dressed man in a solemn posture of prayer he quietly tapped him on the shoulder and asked what this altar configuration meant. The “righteous” man rose slowly and piously stated, “My friend, this is my altar.” Puzzled, the young man looked closer at the altar. Instead of the cross, the “righteous” man had been praying before an altar with the letter “I” upon it where the Cross should have been.