IT'S A PLACE OF WORSHIP
I love children and I know that Jesus Christ loved the, too. There is no harm in welcoming children but not on this occasion. I was expecting a pageant of things connected to the titanic struggle of that time but it was turned into something that was not only false but distasteful. The church was crowded but not with Christians. I would wager that the vast majority of the people were not any sort of Christian, and the only reason for their one-time visit to the church was togawp at their adorable precious ones.
Will they ever visit there again - I doubt it? They were shouting and clapping all through the service. What did the little ones make of it? Already there are adults in the congregation who are so deluded that they believe that Great Britain won the war. If History is worth anything at all it must be that it is a lesson learned.
What sort of rubbish might children learn from this travesty? Will they come to believe that Great Britain is made up of White Knights, mighty warriors with Christ at their elbow? Hardly anybody of the newcomers was interested in The Eucharist, If one were to pick a venue for the children to Parade, why not do it in the church hall where the coffee is served. That would be less sanctified than the church and it would have been more to some sort of point - I still have not heard what connection the Rainbows had with The Great War.
One young mother, in some baffling way, had managed to seat herself side saddle on the pew. The Christian altar was lost to her. She only had eyes for her precious little one gathing at the back of the church with the rest of them. Her obvious plan was to watch them parade all the way to the front. She was clapping like the best of them. The children were lovely but why was there an exhultation over nothing?
The crowd would have been at home in any mosque, synagogue, or Palace of Varieties in the land.
In great contrast to this spectacle was my experience at the hands of one woman, who reckoned she was the very highest authority in the church, who grabbed me in the church because I applauded when the organist played Verdi's Triumphal March after the service. It was after the service. Indeed, most of the congregation had already left. She grabbed me and, in a demented way, repeated "it's a place of worship, it's a place of worship".
I say again, the congregation have varying levels of sanctity when it suits them.
I have appended my own contribution to the centenary, one which I belive is directly conected to The Great War. I hope that bropwsers will see the connection and enjoy the read.
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