…keeping one flexible and [redacted unnecessary reference to yoga pants].
(The following is taken from a dialogue I had in /r/christianity at reddit.com)
Me: After spending some time outside the church in my early twenties, I went to visit my parents (my father is a pastor) and I was overwhelmed with an uncomfortable feeling during the worship portion of the service. It felt too ’emotional’ to me. People sounded like they were using their hearts to comprehend and interact with the divinity, rather than creating a calm, quiet space inside where the Divine activity could manifest.
Adversely, a couple years later I was in Europe and I saw an old, old, old wooden door. I thought “Hey: a landmark!” and I pushed myself inside.
Little did I know it was a place of worship. And it was the beginning of Mass.