Nothing happened this morning, nothing at all. It's just, well, I was so bored. I miss the cycle of festivals - the church has her own time you know - and I miss liturgy. To be sure, there are no drums in the sanctuary, and the gaggle is ordered and solemn and not at all superficial. No, it's me - I feel - and in saying this I make no large claims for anyone else - I feel cut off from the Church.
That's my problem, yes, and it's far from a new problem to be sure, and there is no solution ready to hand I dare say...and yet, yet, I was bored, soooo very booored. The sermon was damn fine, the folks were friendly, there was decency, good order, and suchlikethatthere...and I was soooo boooooooored. In fact, 'boredom' doesn't quite say all - ennui, that's better - ennui, that French mashup of boredom and existential emptiness.
Oh, and no matter how hard I try, I just can't bring myself to think that these fine folks are right about the Eucharist and baptism...close they are, but not quite there - devout all the same, which makes it hard, but still wrong wrong wrong... And yet I really love 'em. Go figure...
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