Chur-yuck First off, I am not a fan of church. As a child, it never clicked with me. I am not saying that I am an athesist or satanist or scientologist, but the whole church thing as a whole... the whole Sunday and the building part... never been a big fan.
As a child, I think I disliked church primarily for the lack of decent snacks. Yes, that's a superficial thing, but I was a small child who somehow already had defined a hierarchy of snack quality. "Would Jesus eat these cookies? And this juice? C'mon."
I also never had any friends in any of the churches we went to since all my school/neighborhood friends were either Catholic or Presbyterian. Our family was Methodist and apparently our town's Methodist church attracted families with children who annoyed me to no end. Literally, I don't think I ever remember getting along with a single other child at any church I went to.
OK. For those keeping score, I didn't like church because of: 1) Snack quality 2) Social interaction
Casual Sunday We went to church with the in-laws Sunday because one of our little critter-kin was getting confirmed? Baptised? Hazed? What's the term?
But it was all crazy casual church style. What happened there? Is it a small town thing? Way too many golf shirts in the sanctuary. The little kid who lights the candles ("candle boy"?) was wearing shorts. Shorts? There were these teen girls wearing tight shirts and denim mini-skirts (although the 14 year old me would be saying, "Shut up! Don't ruin it! I love church!").
It's odd. Because there shouldn't be a dress code to worship your all-mighty. Right? People should be accepting and all that. So, you don't have a tie on - it shouldn't matter. We should love you just the same. I mean, Jesus didn't wear a tie.
