Wouldn't it be nice to attend a church where there was no strife? A front door with several lockers where members could “stow their personal agenda's” before entering the Lord's Worship Center? What is the definition of “Worship” anyway? How are we intended to “worship”? What is the proper protocol? In most Baptist Churches the service begins with two songs, maybe one from the Choir. Then a brief time for announcements followed with the opportunity to tithe. Another song and then the Preacher takes to the podium. By 12 noon or shortly thereafter the service ends, the congregation begins to depart passing by the Pastor who shakes hands with everyone. That's it. End of subject until the evening service. Did you ever realize that by tithing..., that's a form of worship? When you tithe..., you're giving to the Lord. Course, if you give grudgingly it's to no avail but the act of giving with a pure heart to the Lord, seems to satisfy my question of, what is worship? If you give of your time wouldn't that be a form of worship? It seems to me that it would be. It does appear that should any of us attempt to do anything for the Lord, grudgingly, even to the slightest degree, we are going to be held in contempt. With a grudge we are displaying and reflecting a reluctance/unwillingness to give of ourselves to the Lord. Giving then is worship? Any feeling of ill will leads to resentment which adds fuel to the fire that stifles the work of the Holy Spirit. ...so why even go to church if you've any “ill will” over any issue? Church members should be forced to study the habits of sheep. You know, sheep are one of the Most Dependent lot of creatures on the face of the planet. Should any sheep become heavy with wool and fall over, they can't get up. The only thing sheep can do for themselves is eat grass. Have you ever realized that a sheep can drown from drinking? Yep, they sure can. Sheep are in need of everything provided to them by their Herdsman. Everything! They respond ONLY to the voice of their caretaker. They follow ONLY him. But we're smarter than a herd of sheep, huh? How much do we depend on our Heavenly Herdsman for our needs? Do we follow Him as we should or are we running through the meadow only to turn back on occasion asking Him to hurry and catch up? It does appear that often He just lets us run on ahead until we finally “fall over” and then can't get up. What a sad lot we are all the while considering ourselves smarter than Lassie when in truth, we're as dumb as a worn out spare tire.