Initially experiencing different cultures did not strike my fancy, but eventually became a welcome part of my life, especially during my younger years. When I was around nine years old, my dad’s company transferred us overseas to the United Kingdom. Although I was not at first particularly happy about the job transfer, being able to live in England gave me the opportunity to travel and, furthermore, sparked my understanding of culture differences. Since then, I have become appreciative of the variety of cultures not only in different regions around the world, but cultures here in my own city, such as within religious societies. Since my childhood, my parents have brought me up in the Catholic Church, from attending Catholic school and Masses, to their own household standards influenced by the religion itself. Due to my parents’ influence and the surrounding environment I have been a part of, I have been integrated into the Catholic community. While culture is ever changing, the traditions and beliefs Catholics uphold continue to be static and differ greatly from its counterparts, Baptists. After returning to Dallas last weekend and attending a Baptist service, the differences between cultures became very apparent. I found myself in yet another culturally unfamiliar territory, and once again, being in the situation ultimately helped me realize the interestingly diverse culture of the Baptists religion. The service began almost at the same time a Catholic Mass would start, around nine-thirty on Sunday morning. Exiting off the highway, I could see the massive church and its numerous structures. The actual building the service was held in seemed more like an industrial warehouse, rather than a church, but it was well appointed and much nicer than a warehouse. My Catholic Church is a lot smaller and has conventional kneelers and pews. I noticed right away that Baptists don’t kneel; we do. Catholics seem to keep a traditional look similar to that of a chapel, compared to the more modernized Baptist approach, which was, for my eyes, out of the ordinary, but still appealing. The scale of this particular Baptist church considerably outweighed the Catholic churches I had attended. Usually, once I walk into the typical Sunday morning Mass, I can spot almost everyone I know, but once I arrived into this Baptist place of worship, there had to be more than one thousand people attending. This made me question if this service was to be as personal as a Mass would be. The mass amount of people was somewhat of a culture shock, but not nearly as much as seeing not only one, but the three giant television monitors mounted behind what seemed to be a stage where a band appeared to be setting up. The band, which was not the standard four-person band, was an unusually large, ten-person band. It included a drummer, percussionists, three guitar players, a keyboardist, and four more vocalists. I reflected on the choir at my church, perhaps five to six people, includ