'Yet our church
is chock-a-block with objects a hostile observer could sneer at and
call idols. We enjoy their presence, and we suspect they help enable
in us some sort of psychological jiujutsu by which we can more quickly
shed the temporal world through which we had to travel to get to church'.
This letter really hit home with me.
I currently worship
in a very plain church with a very low-churchstyle of liturgy. I worship
here because this is where my grown daughter attends church. The people
are pleasant, their goals and values match mine. But there are no 'objects
a hostile person could call idols' except a plain cross over the altar.
The church is noisy, the liturgy stark. Across town is a beautiful Anglo-Catholic
church with many beautiful objects, celebratory music, incense; a church
where I feel at home. Amazing what a difference the physical environment
makes!I'm
not whining — it is my choice to be where I am, but I am sure I could do
better at making the best of it if the other church weren't so close.
As to
'don't think we would be able to focus on worship as successfully if
we were on the asphalt in a petrol station and the priest was standing
in front of the petrol pumps to lead us in worship', context
is all. Some of the most meaningful worship of my life was in circumstances
very like you describe, but in Saudi Arabia during Operation Desert
Storm. I ws so grateful for the arrival of an Anglican chaplain, after
six months of a Baptist chaplain, a wonderful caring man, but one who
thought that a great Christmas Eve service was singing Christmas carols,
including Rudolph, Frosty the Snowman, and all the rest.
Ah well, I have
learned that I can meet God in some very strange places. . .
Helen-Louise
Boling
St Matthew's Parish, Indianapolis
Indianapolis, Indiana, USA
hlboling@sbcglobal.net
24 June 2009