Going to church

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If you ever did go to church, what did you think of it? I ask because whenever I go, it just seems more and more pointless, and I can't wait for it to be over. The blasphemy spouted by the priest, the awful suck-up to God hymns, little kids crying their eyes out...What's your opinion?

I grew up in a conservative Wesleyan Church, and when I was a teen, my family moved to a Baptist church across town. As a younger person, I, of course, heard in Sunday school and in sermons about the end times and Christ coming back, which had me scared shitless a lot of the time. I would actually watch the skies on occasion for a signs of the Eastern skies parting. When I moved off to college, I began playing in a contemporary praise band, and as the music was much more entertaining and lively, I enjoyed it more. The mid-20s began my ascent out of faith (my family would say "descent," I suppose), and I actually attended church for a good while as a non-believer with hopes that I would get a word from God or someone to seal the case, but no word came and here I am.

I've been to all types of churches. I actually enjoyed the contemporary church (it was in a hip college town), and other than not believing in what they are singing and talking about (lol), I would probably still enjoy parts of the service to some degree (I would still know a lot of the songs and the lyrics and would be able to sing them from memory if I wished. I wouldn't, of course.) But if nothing else, I liked most of the people ... but merely as people without any consideration as to what they believed. And this is the rub: they are not able to be in the company of nonbelievers for very long because they can't get past their lack of faith (Which is quite unfortunate since they believe in a guy who walked among unbelievers on a daily basis). Everyone is either lost or saved to them, and whatever we might be as human beings, this doesn't matter. That would be the contemptible part to me about attending a service today. And the last time I attended a service at my former church in my hometown, I had the feeling that everyone was watching to see if I was singing or praying or paying attention. And when the preacher through a holy zinger my way, boy he sure told that unbeliever what-for!