This morning I sat in the sanctuary of the church I grew up in. I was there when the church was built. I was there when we only had metal folding chairs to sit in. I was there when we installed plush, new pews. I noticed in my pew the holes in the fabric around me. And I noticed the shelves in front of me for holding hymnals and bibles, and the slots to hold offering envelopes and communion cups. And I thought, "Huh. Pews are freakin' weird."
I guess I've been away from them for so long that they now strike me as this weird, foreign, and/or archaic concept.
Just an observation I had this morning.
Another observation as I looked around me--I wonder why so many people come to church every Sunday for so many years and not actually follow the faith that's discussed as they sit in those pews.
I mean...what's the motivation to wake up early, dress up, sit in a boring service for an hour and a half, and go back home?
I'm sure some people are pressured by a spouse or wife...some people may use their attendance as the equivalent of old school indulgences...
I just don't know...I feel like I wouldn't want to waste my time on something that I wasn't truly connecting with.