As you have also mentioned, the pews are occupied by families. Sure, can make a person feel conspicuous sitting alone. i go anyway, and it's only the Lord's grace that keeps me going to church every sunday. Because, frankly, if it was up to me, i could very easily find other things to do with the time, and there's plenty of things i could put toward buying myself with the money - like the teapot, the two or three dresses, the curtains, another set of sheets (that i don't really need, but want anyway) the old engli$h rose bushes (come spring) the big flower pots, topsoil ... oh, the want-it-but-can't-afford-it list goes on.
Anyway, guess it was about two or three years ago - before my husband passed - was in church, and one of the fffaaammilies had family, from a far state, visiting. Number one: 800-some mile road-trips aren't cheap. Oh ya shoulda heard the rather well-heeled man singing loud and strong. Uh, would that dude have the same joy-joy tone if he had issues concerning everyday expenses?
But it's not just about money, or lack thereof. It's a culture thing. While i've been faithfully attending church for (this spring will mark) eight years, things still - and probably always will - come off like being in a room where everybody is speaking Spanish. Yeah, i know enough that they're talking about the parable of the sower - and so recognize some of the words - and their expressions and body language indicate for-realness...i guess when you've grown up and spent most of your years in a far country...
Yikes, it's getting late. Need to get ready for work. Bet mr.praisey-pearce is comfortably retIred by now ;/
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