a building used for public Christian worship
I grew up in a Catholic home in a predominately Catholic community. When I was young, we attended a beautiful old church with stained glass windows, ornate ceilings, statues, marble floors, incense, lots of candles, hard seats, and kneelers. I had little to no appreciation for those things at the time.
Mass was said in Latin, so most of the time I had no idea what I was supposed to be thinking about, other than the broad concepts of God and Jesus and my personal sins.
In reality, what I mostly thought about were SHOES.
In order to pass the time--which I am quite certain should have been spent praying--I observed and judged the ladies' shoes
If I was fortunate enough to get an end seat on the pew, it was a good day at church. From that vantage point, I could get a good look at shoes when the ladies walked back from receiving communion. If I had to sit on the inside, it could still be done; but it was much more challenging and much less enjoyable.
I do not remember doing this in every church I attended, so I must have eventually started paying better attention to the priest. It probably coincided to the time that the Mass began being said in English.
I may or may not still look at shoes in church. Okay, I still do look at shoes--but it is before and after the service, not in the middle--usually.
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