A potty-mouth atheist stands before the Michelangelo Pietà too gobsmacked to snap the picture. Later she opines incoherently:

I could write a long thoughtful post on this, but I have to say briefly that I think one of the reasons I (and others) hold a certain disdain for Christianity is because there is such a lack of beautiful imagery in churches in America. Yes, I know some are beautiful with their stained glass, etc, but nothing anywhere on this continent can compare to St. Peter's Basilica. I tell you, if I'd been raised in a place with churches like that, I would probably be a Christian, because just entering that church filled me with joy. It may have been joy purely derived from the gorgeous, perfect, glorious art, but so what? Being surrounded by such creations, things that you can't look at without wondering if God had a hand in it, makes it a lot easier to believe all the stories and doctrine. Because why not? If believing means I get to be in that church or something like it, then okay. It's worth it. But here, so many churches are just square boxes, or big open rooms with a dome and some stained glass, and they inspire nothing at all in your soul. You have to already believe, or something. It's hard to explain.

Meanwhile back in America a believer stumbles into a house of faith needing a toilet and finds pretty much what he was looking for:

My son and I were just a few feet out of the van and I beckoned for my daughter to come in with us. The beat of the music thudded through the brick wall and into the frigid air. In we went to stand by the huge sound board as rappers pounded out something like "I be down with prayer," flashing wanna-be gang signs amid the goofiest collection of candles and posterboards with pithy affirmations, and a half dozen big screens around the room showing glamourized urban scenes and distorted rapid-motion panning of pastoral settings.

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The funniest thing about the whole scene were the 30-something white people sitting motionless in their chairs, sagely watching these rappers gyrate before them. (All the younger set with eyebrow-rings had already dashed out to the lobby, since we were catching the trailing end of whatever show they had put on.)

Now there's some irony you can sing your teeth into.