First Baptist Church of Whitley City, KY.
I had no idea what I was going to experience once I opened the doors of the church. I had never been to this church before and I was glad I had a friend with me who was a regular. I walked into this large dome like room with long windows on the sides. I walked along side of the pews as we looked for a seat there were nine of them on each side. There were two steps leading up to the front of the church. Some women I did not know was playing the piano and people all around us were smiling and shaking hands. Slowly the pews filled and I suspected that it was time for the services to start. The Pastor asked us all to rise and we all began to pray. Once, we were done we sat down and the Pastor began his sermon.
I tried to listen to what this man was saying, but I could not. My mind began to wander. I tried to look dignified and pretend as if I belonged there. Before the Sermon was over I began to study my surrounding the carpet, pews, I tried to play with the songbook but my friend began to elbow me to stop figgeting. I also noticed I was not the only one whom seemed disinterested I noticed a few elderly people had fallen a sleep. I also noticed several mothers had to escort their screaming children out to the lobby. Therefore, I began to look around at the people in the church, and I wanted to know why they were there. I was there because I had an assignment but I wanted to know what compelled people to go to church every Sunday. I wondered was it necessary to attend church or could one receive spiritual guidance elsewhere such as your home.
There was not much singing at this church, other than a few songs, which were lead by the lady at the piano. Then came the time called the offering. I had no idea that I was to give money so I did not bring any, but I was curious as to what this money was for and to where it was going. The Pastor had announced it was for the up coming summer carnival which was to be held sometime in August.