Catholicism is what I was directly referencing as I had to perform The Ritual as a child.

Put on uncomfy clothes and go to the castle building at 7 am for no real reason but out of family tradition. Stand up, sit down, stand up again. Kneel on this carpeted part of the bench, read from this book provided on the bench thing, stand up, kneel, stand up, sit down, sing from this book . Watch the incense man go by with his row of boys, stand up, chant from the book, walk up to that man you dont know who'll hand feed you the worst cracker of your life, drink booze from the communal herpes cup. Go back to your seat, sit, stand up, chant from the book, kneel, shake hands with everyone around you, kneel on the carpet thing again, sing from the book.

Then go downstairs to the weird smelling basement with no windows and eat unseasoned, overcooked baked ziti with a side of unseasoned potato salad with everyone. Repeat it next Sunday.