Good Friday

[poliphilo]

The world is very quiet this morning. I guess everyone who can afford it is celebrating the Passion of Our Lord in Ibiza.

I had bad dreams. At one point I was scrambling about on a roof with my daughter and my long-dead grandmother's long-dead little dog; we were stuck up there; we couldn't get down.

It's the arthritis; I ache.

When I was a vicar Good Friday was one of the biggest days in the year. I ran three hour ego-trips "At The Foot Of The Cross", featuring my own empowered preaching and the dreariest hymns in the book.

Jesus died for you! Oh how he suffered! Why don't you care?

Very Mel Gibson.

But very few people came to hear me so I don't suppose I did much harm.

Comments

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, really, what "religion" is to me anymore. When I go into the quiet church I reorient myself, and remember myself as a girl there, and all those years--but that's the building, and the ritual.

My religion is personal now, and is less and less rather than more--I can't understand anything at church, can't connect.

During Holy Week I feel that lack most. I dreamed once about everyone taking communion and I was standing outside the church.

The truth is I don't take communion anymore. I haven't in a year.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

I like churches. Especially old churches. I think of them as places where I go to commune with the ancestors.

I last took communion over twenty years ago. I don't miss it. I always (even when I was a priest) thought it was kinda unhygenic.