I don't go to church. Ever. As a general rule I wouldn't go to church for anyone, for whatever reason; and so if I tell you I'm willing to consider going for you, and you can't appreciate that, then it upsets me.
When you say 'go to church', I assume you mean a full session. Actually being inside for an extended period of time, not merely zipping in and out, and not just hanging outside waiting for it to end. If I tell you that I'm willing to consider doing this for you, and you can't appreciate it, and you don't think it's good enough, don't be surprised when I'm annoyed at your lack of a response, your utter unwillingness to talk about it, your telling me there's no point.
Just so you know, I've never, ever even entertained the thought of attending church for a guy. The fact that I'm willing to consider doing it is a great testament to how much I love you. I'm sorry I can't just jump right in and say "okay I'll do it" because it's a bit much. I hope you understand that. I hope you appreciate this. Because your fighting words are not making it any easier, and you choosing to be hung up on semantics, and consequently an misconceived notion that I was talking shit at you (I wasn't), completely misses the point.
The point is this: I love you. If I didn't, I would've just told you 'no'. And it hurts like hell that you can't see that.
ETA at 5.27 p.m.:
Reading this blog and crying.
What a great Sunday.