Church visiting

"Why do we go round so many churches?" Edie was whining, but she was doing it quietly. She respected the place; it was her dad she wasn't sure about. He gave the question some thought. It was one he had asked his mother many times, in grand cathedrals and little village chapels. She had talked about beauty and history and architecture and tradition, and said he would understand when he was older. And now here he was, older than he ever thought he would be, dragging his daughter past candles and stained glass and looking for the same thing his mother always had been: an answer to the question, "Why do we go round so many churches?"