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I find your experience in church facinating... I attend chuch once a year. Though I don't believe in God I do so to honour my wife's relatives.
The chuch is rural and quite tiny. They only hold service there in the summer as they don't have heat and only just recently got electricty.
I go on the weekend of our annual family reunion. It coincides with the cemetary service (this is a once a year event where after the service the congregation walks the small cemetary out back and says prayers and sings hymns in memory of their ancestors and recently departed that are buried there).
While I hold no truck with the belief in God, I do see the power of people and community. I listen to the sermon and usually take something away that I can think about.
What you describe is completely foreign to any experience I've ever had with the Church.
...interestingly (to bring it back to the topic), while I have had a few discussions with some of my wife's family that are members of the congregation (uncle is actually the misister and cousins are wardens of the chuch), not a one has tried to overtly convert me.
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