For what it's worth, I attended my dad's memorial service Saturday. He was 85 when he died, and very Pentecostal. The service was very Pentecostal, but it's what he would have wanted. Probably even the homophobic story one of the preachers threw in the middle...the relevance was that my dad had a bad accident and came back to Jesus, and the speaker's brother was 'a queen' and had a bad accident and came back to Jesus. He called on everyone who wasn't saved to get saved, but at least there wasn't an 'altar call'. I sang along with a couple of the gospel songs I still knew. I bowed my head and closed my eyes when they prayed. Then they fed us. I enjoyed seeing family.
So I participated when I felt like it, and was respectful when I didn't. YMMV.
So I participated when I felt like it, and was respectful when I didn't. YMMV.
I'm not anti-Christian. I'm anti-stupid.