The professional pew-sitter holds punctuality records for being in the same spot at the same time every Sunday morning. He follows the accepted code of conduct. He is well-groomed, well-dressed. He rises when he is told. He sits when he is told. He sings when he is told. He prays when he is told. He puts his change in the collection plate when he is told. He leaves when he is told, but there is no change in him, no stimulation. There is no challenge and no radical view of life like the one expressed in the Word of God, and no movement toward the Kingdom of God. The professional pew-sitter is leveled to the leveled norm. He is a slave to rote... but he smells a rat. He goes home and sets his mouse trap, but he has no cheese. He does, however, have a picture of some cheese. So he clips the picture from the magazine and baits the trap with that. The next morning, he comes down and there he finds in the trap a picture of a rat.