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AMEN! I attended a Baptist church for a while, then a non-denom founded when the pastor left. I heard great preaching, and good singing ('tho personally I would have less singing and more preaching), but I felt like something was missing, like I wasn’t really worshipping. It wasn’t until I became Catholic and partook of the Eucharist that I really felt like I was truly engaged in worship. I’ve been in a number of Catholic churches in the country and heard great homilies, poor homilies, as well as good and bad singing. But I think what many people are looking for sometimes with regard to singing and preaching is simply to get some ‘experience’ which seems to be nothing more than entertainment, I’m reminded of something C.S. Lewis wrote in the Screwtape Letters (Screwtape was a senior devil writing to a junior devil on how to tempt people and lead them away from God)- he was an Anglican but what he wrote could apply equally to many Catholic parishes:I feel for you and I completely understand where you are coming from, but we must remember…the purpose of going to Church is to worship and honor God, not for us to be entertained to the point that we feel warm fuzzies all the time. The validity of the Mass is not contigent on your feeling spiritually awaken every Sunday.
Good luck on your journey!
One of our greatest allies at present is the Church itself. Do not misunderstand me.I do not mean the Church as we see her spread out through all time and space and rooted in eternity, terrible as an army with banners. That, I confess, is a spectacle which makes our boldest tempters uneasy. But fortunately it is quite invisible wirh these humans. All your patient sees is the half-finished, sham Gothic erection on the new building estate. When he goes inside, he sees the local grocer with rather an oily complexion on his face bustling up to offer him one shiny little book containing a liturgy which neither of them understands, and one shabby little book containing corrupt texts of a number of religious lyrics, mostly bad and in very small print. When he gets to his pew and looks round him he sees just that selection of his neighbors who he has hitherto avoided.