Yesterday I attended church for the first time since Christmas. I have officially become what my mom calls a “C & E,” someone who only attends church at Christmas and Easter. I wasn’t always like this; at one time I attended church regularly and even went to Sunday School. The problem is that, as churches became more “hip” with their contemporary services and power point presentations, I became less interested in attending. While I love keeping up with current trends, I like my religion to stay old fashioned and grounded. Give me a hymnal, a simple pew and a preacher without a microphone and I’m happy. I just don’t understand, or even like, modern organized religion. Some might argue that this makes me an unholy person or someone influenced by Satan, but I know I’m a spiritual person and don’t need to prove it by showing up somewhere every Sunday morning.
My favorite part of attending my mom’s church is the architecture of the sanctuary. I spend my time admiring the stained glass and stonework that incorporates all the mid-century modern design that I love. I don’t like the power point presentations, the contemporary songs and the messages that are sometimes mixed with politics. But this isn’t my church. I arrive as a guest and, as a guest, I will graciously thank them for inviting me and attend the next time an invitation is made. After all, sometimes being in church is more about being with family than it is being with God.