Consider the sounds you've never heard inside a chapel.  A gunshot.  An advertisement.  A politician.  A smoker's drag.  Pornography.  Sunday football.  Radio static.

For the churchgoers among us, past or present, consider if among the catalog of sounds you've ever heard inside a chapel includes a white plastic grocery sack.

Strange, isn't it, that an item crawling through every American rain gutter, blowing across every American highway, clinging to every suburban chain link fence has never come inside. 

Almost as if God has an opinion on the matter.