It happens week after week, sometimes day after day. It happens on the sabbath day, or on a Wednesday, or on Saturday nights. Then it is that the people of God rise up to leave their homes and make their way to a place of worship. For some, it will be a small place, charming in its beauty as it sits amidst the bucolic setting of a village green. For some, it will be a place filled with stained-glass windows and ancient creaking pews, while for others it will be a place which is plain and without adornment. This place of worship for many today will be a new place, a vast amphitheatre of a building with all the latest electronic wizardry of sight and sound located out in the suburbs with a parking lot that seems to stretch to the horizon. But, for many others, it remains a place rooted in th…