I never understood why others are so concerned about how others worship.  As long as the group is keeping to themselves, then what does it matter?  In the space my group rents, the people that we worship beside meditate upon a book and the dead person who wrote it.  Sounds wholly fascinating to me, but it’s not for me.  I sometimes can draw parallels to my own faith, but I don’t become violent or reactionary when I think about them in the other room.  On the contrary, I smile because I think about how cool it is that two completely different, yet somewhat similar groups meet together on the same night at the same time, say our hellos and then get to worship in our own way with little fanfare.  I think to where I lived two years ago and how neither group could have freely or safely met there.  I think about the smallest of squabbles religious groups find themselves in right now and how if people would look to the commonalities, then we could agree to worship separately, but then maybe work together in the community towards the greater good of whatever that might be for that community.  I know.  I’m an idealist and a dreamer in some ways, but I’m also building to the day when I want to scream…What the hell does it matter how we’re different?!?!  We end up wherever we end up in the afterlife.  Let’s work together in the here and now.