Never mind that the routine of the only person who lived there different now that I was gone. Never mind that my mother, having successfully gotten me through high school and off to college, wanted to do some things that she loved to do. Never mind all that. It made me fell like a stranger in my own home. I complained loudly.
Parish churches are like home.
They are comfortable. They are safe. They are secure. We expect them to be stable. We expect them to be always the same because being the same is what makes us feel good.