This town had sat undisturbed and silent for so long, each little house draped in a monotonous, predictable fog. The fog said to passersby that life was just what it was- expect no more. That was exactly what they expected, no more than they already had. Most of the people in the town were perfectly content with the amount of faith they had, which in most cases only consisted of religion that was routine, and they never strove for their own personal relationship with Christ.
They showed up to church to be seen, and when the congregation dispersed and spilled out onto the streets, they left what they heard within the church walls. This small rural community had small town behavior, dusted with occasional small town drama- not to make these people seem simple because they were anything but simple folk.
What had turned these people into the sleepy town it has become? They had become comfortable in their small repetitive routines and traditions. The fear of God and His sovereignty had dissipated, and the mundane conventional thinking had seeped into every facet of their lives. It had interfered with their worship and faith. They were no longer functioning with a conviction they once shared as a community.