I’ve been going through old creative writing and came across this story, which I wrote five years ago. It was a bit of therapy for me in recovering from a previous church.
As with all allegorical writing, it is not a precise description of the real situation. But I hope some will have the ears to hear what I was trying to say there.
I’m reading a book by Chaim Potok, who describes Orthodox Jewish life in America. I was struck by something in this book last night and it’s been going round in my head, gathering thoughts and questions and ideas… It was … Continue reading
Had one of those sermons in church last night – where the preacher has looked at the Bible text and read up on the historical background so he can give us some more insights into what the passage is talking … Continue reading
This is something that happens in my church once in a while – thankfully not each and every Sunday but it happened this evening and… can I just growl for a minute please? When the service ends, people tend to … Continue reading
Let’s have a time of worship, let’s focus on God and sing his praises, because God is worthy of our praises, amen? Louder, I can’t hear you! Amen? Sorry, but I won’t play that game. It doesn’t matter in the … Continue reading
Woke up with this song in my head. We had sung it in church on Sunday, and I had found myself singing it with meaning, singing it as a sincere prayer because of being very conscious of my need. But … Continue reading
There’s a poem that bugs me, it starts something like this: “I woke up early one morning/and rushed right into the day/I had so much to accomplish/I didn’t have time to pray” and goes on to describe a really difficult … Continue reading
… but oh, I get so annoyed when people talk about contemplative spirituality without having a clue what it means. Or rather, having some warped idea of what it means – my guess is that, as with many words and … Continue reading
I went to church yesterday and spent a whole chunk of the service silently weeping, whilst all around me people were singing songs of praise to God.
Yes, I know, God is worthy of praise at all times. Absolutely. Now that we’ve got this out of the way, do you think you could stop preaching at me and listen? and try and understand what it was like for me, and why? Thank you.
So why was I sitting there and weeping silently instead of standing with everyone and singing?
I don’t remember where I heard this analogy – it was a long time ago – but it went something like this:
Imagine you see a man sitting in a chair and repeatedly slapping his own face. Continue reading