When I was a young teen (pre smart phone), my mom joined a prayer group at one of the churches we used to go to. Every Saturday, she'd be gone for hours with no contact, which isn't normal when you have kids at home who depend on you. I  found out why when I got dropped off at the church to meet my mom as a meeting was wrapping up. 

There was a landline outside the meeting room - the same one I would call - ringing non-stop that no one answered because they were *intensely* focused on the pastor. He had them holding an American flag and walking in a circle praying for God to rule the country. There was a globe too, that they used to "pray for the nation."

Once that hoodoo wrapped up, the pastor started randomly pulling people one by one into his office to give them a Word (a special message from God). A woman my mom was speaking to was impatiently waiting for her friend to come out. I suggested knocking on the door and she looked at me like I had three heads. You DID NOT interrupt God's vessel. Ever. 

Anndddd that's example 4678743 of why I don't do church.