Maybe it was the money thing that put me off. I really do not know why I disliked church, I just did. It got to the point right after the choir sang, as we shuffled back to our seats I'd exit right to the side door. Take off my choir robe and leave. I'd walk down to the Delaware River, sit on the wall and watch the river flow by. It was pretty polluted back then, around 1964, so I did not try wading. It was so much more peaceful than being in church.
I eventually was caught out and questioned by my mom. One Sunday morning I just simply refused to go and that ended my torture lol.
You never know what god will provide. My addicted granddaughter has decided she wants to be a minister now. She follows and posts stuff that I do not even understand. Recently she went to a local church group where the minister tried to drown her. I saw the video. Next he gave her a copy of his ministerial training course. I think April is learning about the collection plate because she never did like to work.
There’s two things in life I don’t trust! Fat Preachers, and fat Chefs!!
They need a collection plate because it’s a scam.