Fourth Sunday in Lent

It's not been a good day even though it's Sunday. Worship in the so-called "contemtempory" stytle of service this morning was dreadful: monotonous insipid songs, a lecture-like sermon, and (of course) no Eucharist; the whole business is, while not anti-sacramental, a-sacramental. The choir (yes, I sang in it) was once again a performance. And Bible class was little betterl; somehow managed to get to the end of Exodus 4 with a good bit of talk about elders, but not much else--except for the prayers led by Donna. Which were good. We were asked to fill out a questionnaire/survey about worship; alas, liturgy was defined as "responsive readings." Good grief!