Really. This is what you worship? You have no idea that God spoke against this? Really?
How lovely. I grew up in the silent churches of Queens and Manhattan. So dark and full of old incense smoke and the feel of the cold holy water! Those heavy velvet drapes of the Confessional. Heaven.
Having a Proustian moment...
Really. This is what you worship? You have no idea that God spoke against this? Really?