I was in a different worship space than usual ten days ago, much larger. I had forgotten how this is a different experience, and influences one's thoughts. I was much more conscious of that worship being connected to the world at large. I could sense that what was happening there touched the sky.
Older spaces give one a sense of generations, "hand to shoulder, in an unbroken line" as Bob Bennett's communion hymn says. I used to think of those who had gone before more frequently when I was Lutheran, going up to the rail for communion. A newer space brings your thoughts to the future, I think, and what shall be built after.
The Methodist church I was at in West Houston had a communion rail, though they may regard it more as a prayer rail, in a large rectangle in front of the staged area. I like rails to kneel at in church. Yes, one can use them to show off how pious one is I suppose, but for me it is more a statement of humility: I am a man who needs prayer and a touch of God. I admit this before all of you.
The foyer was enormous, which gave me an uncomfortable feeling. The statement seems to be "how great this building is." It seems pompous, and wasted space.
The general hugeness quiets us. Even nonbelievers go quiet in respect touring a cathedral.