I went to church on Sunday.
The little one sang solo for a bit, during the cracker munching.
I usually stand a bit to the back of the priest, by the doorway, so I can watch the crowd. The crowd used to be 90/10, with the 90% being annoyed at me, an obvious non believer, and throw the occasional furtive disproving glance at me as they lift their eyes from their prayers.
Times, they are a-changin'!
This time, the vast majority of people looked at me in envy, as I walked in and out to smoke, and hung out on the edge and observed. They didn't want to be there. They were there for mom/grandmom/father/wife, and they were there under protest.
End of the line for this religion, at least in the US, give it another 10 years as the pedophile lawyer fund drains the school bank accounts, and then there will be no reason at all for the next generation to fall in line.
My favorite part is when the priest lists all the things the congregation believes in, and they acknowledge it. When it gets to the part the church is the sole mediator between them and god (and the levels of pedophile priests/cardinals in between), people are NOT saying yes. They shake their heads sadly.