Which is why I show up.
BTW, I came to a realization a while back that has brought a certain peace to me. When I go to mass and see a 50-year-old man in shorts, wrinkled t-shirt, and flip flops, when I hear the crap music the music minister selects to excrete, when I hear the pointless, meatless homily, I remind myself that these folks actually don't know any better. This is the best they know how to do.
The truth is, our society has become developmentally disabled.