A while ago I attended a wedding at a Roman Catholic church on suburban Long Island. I had never been there before, and when I drove into the parking lot and saw the church, I was stunned. It was huge, almost twice as big as the high school I attended, where our graduating class consisted of 76 students.

Inside it was more of the same. The sanctuary was like a small cathedral and it awed me. It could seat between 1,500 and 2,000 comfortably, and the 125 who came for the wedding were swallowed up in it. The parish newsletter I picked up at the front door stated that there had been forty-one baptisms in the church -- during the month of June! I wondered what it would be like to be a pastor there and to serve Communion on Sunday morning to a small intimate group of 1,300 -- then repeat it at t…