Losing My Religion

Handel with Feather

Just when we thought it was safe to go back to church, we had our intelligence insulted by screens in the “traditional” service this morning. Call me a snob, but I don’t think I need to be treated like a theological special ed case when I go to church. I can plainly see and hear that the choir is singing the anthem. When the pastor says “bow your heads” 99.99999% of the time a prayer will follow. I don’t need a set of screens telling me it’s “prayer time!”   I don’t know what compels churches to treat adherents like kindergarteners, but I find it offensive and I won’t be treated as such.

About ten years ago, I tried to go along the whole “contemporary” service thing. I even played in a Praise Band for awhile. However, it didn’t take long before I couldn’t deal with the vacuous words and idiotic gestures that went with praise songs — Imagine singing “Our God is an awesome God… He reigns from Heaven above…” with a bunch of teenagers wiggling their fingers and moving their hands up and down gesturing rain.

The choir performed a fabulous rendition of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” this morning, the whole time the screens blaring “Chancel Choir: Battle Hymn of the Republic” The problem with screens is that even if you try to ignore them, they are in your peripheral vision, which makes them even more annoying.

I don’t understand why people want to take a beautiful sanctuary with stained glass windows all-round and a grand pipe organ, and make it ugly with screens — I guess H.L. Menken’s  “Libido for the Ugly” is universal.

Black kitty that's been hanging around

Stretch Lounging