Walked into a Nazarene church once. They had some Gaither vocal band music playing. The Spirit touched me and with my eyes shut my arms were lifted by The Spirit and with tears running down my face I sat there quietly praising God in the Spirit.
Song ended, I opened my eyes and everyone around me were sitting there, deader than dirt. Nothing, nada, zero. They had no clue. Sad isn't it? And you ask me why I don't go to church. Why should I seek the living among the dead?