Farkel, I was deeply moved, not just by your circumstance but the thought-stimulating material you presented.
Yesterday with a friend I went to an Episcopal Church service, ready to be whacked into putting my arms around the cross. I came away deeply touched by displays of simple goodness.
Walking in the door, I noted a huge pile of grocery bags, mostly unperishables. A greeter explained that members take these to homeless, needy and elderly after the services. A table had a sign-up sheet; wondering what it was for, I looked furtively. You could put your name down if you needed someone to pick up drugs at the pharmacy or do your shopping for or with you. Another sign-up sheet was for a six-mile run in behalf of breast cancer.
During the service there is an opportunity for exchanging the Peace. The priest says "May the Peace of the Lord be always with you." The people respond: "And also with you." Then people just mill all over, shake hands, hug, wishing "God's peace" on everyone. It was not robotic, but genuine.
There were so many young people! To my surprise they announced the youth group were missing, because they were with chaperones on a retreat. Also announced was a Thursday night program on Diabetes awareness, volunteers were sought for a regular work with a local juvenile detention center. I lost track of all the programs going on.
A continental breakfast was available for everyone, then people started drifting toward the blood mobile in the parking lot. Give the Gift of Life. And they did in droves.
The place was packed on a Labor Day weekend. Oh yes, the Bible readings were great, and some historical information was provided for each one, context, setting, most instructive. Singing was hair-raising. Blended traditional hymns were interposed with rock-like music that really well, rocked, to which the kids really responded and the adults beamed. The sermon was 15 minutes of uplift. No doctrine shoved down your throat, but a meaty discussion of Buddhism vs. Christian principles was put out, but in such a way that Buddhism was not put down but looked at as having fine ideas to be modeled.
I worked up the courage to ask a priest a question. He had previously asked everyone to call him Dave; I did. He said a confidential report of child abuse would be dealt with very carefully, took me into his office and showed me an upfront form given to individuals and to social services or appropriate authorities--"child abuse is on a different plane from the confessional," he said.
I stumbled into a den of Christians. Babylon the Great was alive and well.
From what I hear that is not very unusual.
Jerry