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Worship is a Human Construct
The Archangels Explain Why It’s Not Necessary
I used to go to church, and there were actually times I enjoyed it. I didn’t attend churches who usually preached fire and brimstone, so I felt at least as good leaving as I did when I arrived, and I liked the sense of community. My mother was Baptist, and my dad was Catholic, and neither went to church, probably because they couldn’t go together and keep the peace, but they ensured their five daughters went to Sunday School every week when we were little.
The first disappointing experience I had was in my early twenties when I became engaged to my high school sweetheart, who was Catholic, and the invitation for me to become a Protestant Sunday School teacher was rescinded. I guess marrying a Catholic didn’t set the kind of Christian example the head of instruction was looking for, and when I broke off the engagement, it wasn’t reoffered. The second time I got engaged was also to a Catholic guy, and what a pain that was! Classes, meetings, counseling, and one road block after another.
I felt very out of place, but I thought if I could get married in the same Catholic church my parents got married in, it would be more tolerable. Unfortunately, the priests at my fiance’s church and the church where my folks married were in a feud and refused to coordinate my request. For…
