I was raised Catholic, and I went to church every Sunday for pretty much most of my entire childhood. Naturally, as most things we’re forced to do as children, I disliked it, and resented it.
When I turned sixteen, and had my drivers license, my parents gave me the freedom to drive myself to church on Sundays. That lasted all about maybe three weeks before I realized that I could very easily skip church, and go be a rebellious teenager instead.
Aside from a few weddings, and special occasions, I haven’t set foot in church since.
But lately, the thought of sitting somewhere quiet and seemingly holy for just a few minutes doesn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.