I didn't like to go to the Church

My husband and children would attend the service every Sunday morning. It was held at our nearby shopping complex in the cinema theatre. They had converted to Christian but not me. I was brought up in a buddhist religion family. The smell of the burning incense gave me a very strong and peaceful feelings in my heart. But I wasn't a devotee. And I don't go to the temple to pray. I went with them to the church at times.On this Sunday morning, I remained seated for a while and listened to the sermons. But I realised I cannot concentrate when this lady sitting on the same roll of seats kept playing and rocking with the baby girl on her hands, I peeked at them for a while and finally I decided to borrow a pen from someone beside me and started to sketch. I'm an evil person...