What's wonderful about the Episcopal Church (for me) is the lofty indifference of it all. There is NO fire & brimstone. We are left to our self determination (a self policing as it were) to do the correct thing. Being taught to hate can be so tedious, worse yet is when it's portrayed and masked as "love" that makes it all so phony.
Romans take it all to seriously also. And Fundys are to black and white. There seems to be a lack of critical thinking there with that crowd. Most churches today are set up liken to a Sports Stadium, when a simple Victorian gothic building is most suitable and cozy to worship in. The ancient pipe organ (sill working) that accompanied the faithfully departed an hundred years ago, the velvet upholstered pews so worn down of any real comfort, the needlepointed kneelers made by the Ladies of the Altar Guild (all gone now).........and that wonderful lingering atmosphere of moldering incense and bees wax that so sets an Holy mood of reverence all in a transfixed hew of light brought on by bejeweled glass set in lead. The kind of reverence that too, makes us all WANT to give a little bit more than we would if without all the Victorian beauty.
And lastly, the ancient hymns: those haunting tunes all sung of a prayerful unison, all sung to a tubby, earth shaking pile of lead and tin and wood......The great pipe organ......made of Wood from trees that long ago blossomed in the sunshine, have too grown and flourished in a valley that now has been long ago populated by several races and generations of inhabitance. The Glorious pipe organ. That mediaeval computer. That contraption that takes the silent sooty air of any great old city, and translates it into the Voice of the Holy Ghost,,,,so that we may all sing in unison, just once in a while become as One voice, because we all talk at each other most of the time...Yes, I'll take my so-called trappings any day of the week to the crowd packed rock and roll atmosphere of these hideous "mega churches".
This may be why young people don't go to church(?) there is nothing interesting to gaze at.....Nothing to do, nothing around them to study the detail when a boring sermon is being droned on and on in nausium.
Christ IS Eternal. We are temporal. It is fitting to to be constantly reminded of this, and an old gothic pile does this so well. The architecture itself IS a prayer. The Hyden, Moszart, and Parry. Stainer, Brahms, and Bach! Handel and Beethoven, the ceremony, the manners of Service, the sacrifice of the Mass itself, the nothingness in the passing of it all. It is a continuum. The gothic nave is the birthing canal in that which we are born again to the invisable.
It's not in the crowed, or great numbers that we worship, it is in the spirit that we worship.