Mom hopes you’ll find Jesus. Tell her you did — he just happens to wear big white gloves and a red plumber’s suit. For the last year or so, attendees of the First United Church of Nintendo have congregated to give praise to and be baptized by the 8-bit gods of NES (there are Super Nintendos and N64s there, too). In September, the you-really-have-to-experience-it-to-believe-it’s-true smorgasbord of classic video game nostalgia is moving across the street from Fubar to Octave, but the digital heart and good people who call it home will be still be there keeping the controllers warm for you.