Dumb Crooks and Church Shopping

We relocated recently, and Clan See-Dub is church shopping. We went to the local soulless sprawling giganto-megachurch today, more out of an obligation to exhaust all our options than anything else. Longtime JYB readers will know I get a little prissy about liturgy and church architecture and hymns and the like, and we feel right at home in a high-church Anglican environment, so our expectations were pretty low.

Driving over there, we tuned in a classical station and heard a wonderful motet by Lassus, followed by a Bach chorale, and we noted with resignation that that was really setting up a contrast.

Long story short? We loved it. I'm not sure we're ready to call it home but we'll definitely be back.

Funny: the preacher mentioned in his sermon that the church had been burglarized last week; the especially dim crook was run down by the waiting K-9 unit (he broke a window, so the cops were waiting for him when he came out), and was taken down to the station house. There the cops asked him if he had some particular grudge against this church that led him to rob it. No, quite the contrary, he said (actually I doubt he said "quite the contrary"): he thought that if he robbed a church, then God would forgive him.

I just don't know what to say about that.

P.S. The church was nothing like this. There was, however, a free mocha afterwards for first-timers at their coffee bar.