Early this afternoon at the Union Theological Seminary there was a loop-de-loop of footprints in the snow, orange and yellow paper lanterns hanging in the trees, and the sun lighting on stained-glass windows. What is it about churchy places? They just feel so...nice. Oh, wait, is it God? Certainly when I got upstairs to the reference desk at Burke Library, it was like the librarian—silver hair, glasses, precise—was being played by God. Or at least, God played by Rooster. ’Member how in the movie “Annie,” Daddy Warbucks runs that ad on the radio to find Annie’s parents, and then Rooster and Bernadette Peters show up on Miss Hannigan’s doorstop disguised as Annie’s parents, and Bernadette Peters says they’ve moved to Jersey, where they have a small house and a farm, and then Rooster goes: “And a rooster!” and makes rooster sounds? That Rooster. Which is to say, somewhere after noon today my religious experience was brought about by a reference librarian played by God played by the no-good drifter brother of the head of a New York City Depression-era orphanage played by Tim Curry.