@Linkat,
The most miserable times of my life were spent in churches. Specifically the rural Methodist chapel in Yorkshire I had to attend whenever we stayed with my paternal grandmother which was far too often.
It was like a monument to misery where any form of jollity was frowned upon whilst gormless idiocy was seen as something to aspire to.
I don’t know what qualifications you needed to be a lay preacher, but judging from the nonsense I heard it can’t have been much.
One idiot claimed Satan was jealous of the Bible which is why he created all other books. And if you read anything other than the Bible you’re doing Satan’s work.
All books, including books of common prayer and those written by church leaders.
I know not all Christians or churches are like that, and I’ve got a lot of time for genuine Christians, but it’s not for me.