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Agent_Benedict
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Hi I am Donovan,
My father (a convert) comes from a baptist family. To see what Protestant Christianity is like I went with my aunt one day. When I was looking at the interior of the church I saw that the pinnacle of the architecture was a large pipe organ (the reason my grandmother will not convert) it was preceded by several rows of choir chairs and a stage with two podiums. When I went to my pew it was difficult not to genuflect and even odder when there were not kneelers. For about 5-10 minutes everyone was standing up and socializing. The choir came in and there was a slow dimming of noise when everyone noticed. They sung a song that seemed to be based off of a Catholic one and sang for a long while. A woman got up and stood at the front, invited some children along with her and engaged in an awkward semi-conversational homily-like speech. After the man I assumed to be the pastor walked up and invited everyone to open their bibles to Malachi. He read a few lines and went into a large sermon. That was the single reading for the service and after his speech there was a song and it was over. People got up and socialized again then slowly filed out the door.
The whole experience was odd and uncomfortable, it seemed too much like a social gathering than a service to God.
My father (a convert) comes from a baptist family. To see what Protestant Christianity is like I went with my aunt one day. When I was looking at the interior of the church I saw that the pinnacle of the architecture was a large pipe organ (the reason my grandmother will not convert) it was preceded by several rows of choir chairs and a stage with two podiums. When I went to my pew it was difficult not to genuflect and even odder when there were not kneelers. For about 5-10 minutes everyone was standing up and socializing. The choir came in and there was a slow dimming of noise when everyone noticed. They sung a song that seemed to be based off of a Catholic one and sang for a long while. A woman got up and stood at the front, invited some children along with her and engaged in an awkward semi-conversational homily-like speech. After the man I assumed to be the pastor walked up and invited everyone to open their bibles to Malachi. He read a few lines and went into a large sermon. That was the single reading for the service and after his speech there was a song and it was over. People got up and socialized again then slowly filed out the door.
The whole experience was odd and uncomfortable, it seemed too much like a social gathering than a service to God.