Doubling Down On Church Part II

So shall it be written, so shall it be done. I did it. Attended church church twice on a single Sunday, at two different buildings, two different denominations. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, although it seems unlikely that I shall ever repeat it. The first, the Methodist, pleasant and enjoyable as before, half children, upbeat, positive message, with a once a month free lunch after service. My first thought is that I've no objection to children going or being taken to church, having the opportunity to do so, but I will until the day I enter heven, and most likely long thereafter, that no child should be given religious instruction without his or her consent, that everyone has the inherent right to choose his or her own religious influencers and affiliation, and that any perent who indoctrinates his or her children or tries to influence such matters is guilty of child abuse. This of course is a very vague potion, and of the many seemingly happy and healty children at church yesterday, I find it impossible to make any reasonable estimate as to which have been abused, theologically, if any, and which have not. For the sake of preferable presumpation, let us (lettuce) assume none. I might go back there again. The second church was a horse of a different color, as it were. Itname is "The Brand New Church", and is evidently an organization with "campuses" spreading all across America's fruited plain, a brand new, repidaly growing denommination. Do members call themselves "brand Newers?" Time, as they say, will tell. The friend with whom I attended suspected that it is either a cult or an overscripted extravaganza; to me it seemed a bit of both. I didn't like, neither did my friend, andth of us plans to return. Nice new building, large 2000 seat suditorium, mostly filled. Whereas the Methodist church has a long list of activities, hymms, prayers, and such, before ever getting to the actual sermon, the BNC got right to the sermon, which was long and loud, in a room in whcih all lights were turned off except the ones illuminating the minister and the group of musicians who opened the service with some extremely loud, hard rocking, ear splitting Christian gospel on a sound system perhaps a bit too big. They could've, and still could, perrom the same set in a bar, sell beer, and make some real money. The minister here was an energetic weight lifting fifty three old in tight black glittery shirt and tight tight jeans. He needs fancier shoes, but, oh well. This is a church which clearly has ambitions of becoming a "MEGA church'. And also,a "MEGA" church. My lady friend and I agreed that if we walked in and found everybody wearing red baseball capse wewould leave, fast. We didnt', but may as well have. I couldn't verify it with absolute certainty, but I very very strongly suspect that this is a far right Trump church, full of evangelicals who for some reason don't stick to mainstream pentaostal evangelical locations. This church is not covertly conservative nor evangelical, but close enough. The preacher preached universal patriarchy, Chrsit of course at the top of teh pyramid, below which on his Power Point chart had rather,belowthat mother, then kids in the basement down below. Pets were not included. The collectin plate was online only, and I suspect that weekly donation are upwards of six figures. I confirmed a rumor tha the preacher is currently building a one million dollar house. If and when I get word that he plans to preach a sermom focusing on the "go thy way and sell whatsoever thous hast and give unto the poor" scripture, I'll plan on attending.