In Boston, I attended a pretty well-known church.  It was filled with extremely intelligent, highly educated, well-to-do attendees.

Some of them were even nice.

Every Sunday was well-choreographed.  I would sometimes hold an imaginary lighter to the sky when the band played modern renditions of hymns that had no discernible melody to sing to.  At times, I couldn’t control laughing because I couldn’t understand what the pastor was saying.  He used a lot of big words and made less-than-funny jokes.

I would also play an imaginary drinking game during sermons when I would take a “shot” every time the pastor said the words “God” or “Jesus.”  Over a several week period, no “shots” were taken.

This was also the church where I started and led an unofficial men’s group for two years.  And got totally ignored.  And where the guy in the group abusing his wife got nominated to be a deacon.  The pastor was eventually let go for financial shenanigans and abuse of authority.  As Good Will Hunting would put it, how do you like them apples?