A very interesting and well-written poem!
You're right that, these days, there are many different kinds of churches with their own ways of worshiping the same God.
Even many years ago, it was the same (such as a formal Catholic church being a lot different than a holy-rolling Pentecostal church, for example), but it seems as if it's even more so these days.
I believe that, in order for each of us to find the best church for ourselves, we need to know what makes us the most comfortable, remind ourselves that our personal preferences are valid, and to make whichever church comes the closest to matching this our church home. Or, perhaps, our church home might not even be in an actual building but, instead, out in nature somewhere or in a favorite roadside chapel or even on The Internet.
The woman in this poem was, obviously, not comfortable with the worship format in this contemporary church where she found herself and wanted something more like what she remembered of church in her past.
She had a couple of choices she could make: either stay or leave to find another church more to her liking.
She decided to stay.
Now, she had a couple of other choices to make: either have nothing to do with anybody or else have something to do with at least one person.
She invited a tattered boy to sit in her pew with her.
After that, she had a couple of other choices:
To actually communicate with him beyond the invitation to sit in her pew or not to do any more than that.
She made the second choice.
She remained through the service disconnected to her surroundings.
Was she connected to God?
Likely, so--yet, for her, the connection would have been a better one in a venue more to her liking.
Or was it?
That would depend on what happened after that--that is, how she would internalize the experience.
If she left the church with the idea that she had just wasted an hour of her precious time in a church full of hedonists who couldn't possibly be true Christians, she would have lost out on a teachable moment.
However, if she had left the church knowing that she, likely, wouldn't be back there but was glad to know that the people with whom she'd just spent time in their place of worship were connected to God in their own special ways, she would have connected with a very important learning experience.
Of course, there are churches that are horrible, and there's no way to get around that. I'm thinking in particular of Westboro Baptist Church and other congregations with the same mindset.
It's important to be able to discern when a church is a truly good place but might not have a worship format that fits into your comfort zone and when it goes against the true teachings of Jesus so much that it has become a dangerous place.
There is a lot to think about...
Blessings!
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