I have been to both ends of the spectrum of churches the past two Sundays.
Yesterday, Sugar and I attended a Cowboy Church service held at an indoor riding arena in a metal building north of Fort Collins, Colorado. The congregation is called Riding for the Brand. I am guessing that there were maybe 20 people in attendance. Five of them were the preacher’s wife and four kids. The preacher wore his cowboy hat except during prayer. The sermon was pretty good — very folksy and down-to-earth. One illustration was about something “as useless as teats on a boar hog.” After church was a pot-luck dinner. After the dinner, anyone who cared to could practice roping steers in the arena. Obviously, church-goers needed to bring their horses, who did not participate in worship, being tied to trailers. I’m pretty sure that Christ is fond of horses, being born in a barn Himself.
The Sunday before, we were in Santa Fe, New Mexico, where we worshiped at a cathedral built in 1869, Cathedral Basilica of Saint Francis of Assisi. St. Francis is another fella who likes animals. The Roman Catholic Mass was, of course, very liturgical. The priest wore robes and a stole, but no cowboy hat. He too gave a very good sermon — with a Spanish accent. It was uplifting to worship the Lord in such a beautiful sanctuary. I am guessing that there were 500 people in attendance. See link at
I reckon the Good Lord attends both services. I felt His Presence. He gets around, ya know.