Going Back to Church
Posted 11-24-2012 at 06:15 AM by STM
Updated 11-24-2012 at 06:33 AM by STM
Hey folks,
So, on Friday I went back to Church to attend a yearly service that my school/sixth form runs with our Church in London. First, attendance is considered compulsory, regardless of religion or ideology. Before I was agnostic this didn't bother me of course, I was of the opinion that it was important for everyone to go for so many stupid reasons. This year I still wanted to go because it will be the last time I ever attend the school sermon, it's something we've been doing since 2007 so it holds a lot of value to us as students, regardless of religion. Or so I hoped. Returning to Church was a bizarre experience for me. I'm not just saying that, it felt incredibly weird and I felt out of place.
When we were asked to say the Hail Mary and everyone began to drone out the lines I stood there in this awkward silence, unwilling to commit to these old ties I once held true and dear. I looked around me and wondered whether I was just being stupid, there were atheists near me who were saying it for some reason. I still stood there silence, but not it seemed even stranger to me.
The mass was overseen by the Bishop of London, he seemed quite nice and modern, he started his part of the mass with a verbose joke which he then worked into his preaching about how we shouldn't overlook the simplest of Jesus' teachings or else they will become hard to understand. Or something like that. I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention. Some things never change I suppose.
We go to a very ornate church which has been there - so I believe - in one form or another for hundreds and hundreds of years. It was gutted by fire in the Blitz and was subsequently rebuilt. Everything was so incredibly rich. Everything was pure white or gold. The furnishings were gold, the carpets were royal red and expensive too. Everything seemed hypocritical to me now. They teach you that the way to live is by Jesus' explanation: simplicity. Give up your worldly possessions and live a simple life. They preach this from behind a marble alter, standing next to a golden cross encrusted with rubies.
I found myself feeling a dislike for the church as a body more than the building. You can't hate architecture for its beliefs after all. It seemed unusual and sort of, I can't think of the right word, not right to have these feelings, I suppose. I wish I had enjoyed it more than I did but all I could think about was how long it was until it was all over.
Yesterday was probably the last time I will ever set foot in a church for religious purposes. Something I'm glad of.