When I started searching into Christianity, I started by looking for some friendly churches nearby. When I found them, I gave most of them a look and it was awesome. But now I have a question. My Catholic grandma told me she didn't like how I was church hopping, and I'm wondering if church hopping makes me a bad person? I was only trying to find the right place for me. I can't see why it is such a bad thing.
It depends on your motive for 'church shopping' (hopping). It sounds like your shopping for friendly churches that claim to offer the comfy shoes that fit. An honest assessment of the reason why people believe what they do is more the search or keep the beliefs they inherit for a 'sense of community.'
Will they ever learn?
Finely hewn hardest darkest of woods,
Marble and granite finest columns and truss,
Holy hopes of past glory
Incense mask, ashes and dust
Will they ever learn?
Ancient halls grand and vast,
Ring hollow and cold past glories
Echo in fine stone and glass
over musty ashes and dust.
Will they ever learn?
Illusions of saints, heroes, gargoyles’ and demons,
In spires reaching for heaven, fearing hell
in cracks green and gray
only bats and pigeons dwell
Will they ever learn?
What could they be?
Museums or galleries
Of use to all, thee and me,
or subdivided for the homies
Will they ever learn?
Ashes on the forehead and nose
and the fate of all in the ground
Ring around the rosey pocket full of posies
Ashes! Ashes! All fall down
Will they ever learn?
Not too hot nor too cold
Soft and warm is a cozy fete.
When mediocrity reigns,
No one gets wet.
Will they ever learn?
Nice and polite, comfort and graces.
Of course. every one may choose their own,
Comfort chooses the past dust and ashes
and claim the only truth their own .
Will they ever learn?
Pick and choose the shoes that fit.
What pleases thee may not please me.
Worn paths of dust and ashes these shoes take.
The shoes of comfort are not the fit for thee nor me.
Will they ever learn?
From age to age,
the past can never be again
Again and again, calls to awaken,
bells peal and echo the past no change again.
Will they ever learn?
. . . that impermanence reigns.
Where shall we go?
What shall we fete?
Take off your hat and shoes
walk in the rain and get wet.
Frank A. Doonan