Where would you sing?

Dec 6th, 2008 | By | Category: Church of Ireland Comment

The shaggy haircuts were singing very loudly.  Yesterday, being the end of the university term, one assumes that the occasion had been marked with celebratory drinks.  The music from the CD player inspired bursts of song, it being obvious that, after the first verse, the shaggy ones knew only the refrains.

Merry, but unthreatening, they filled the railway carriage with sound that, if not tuneful, did not worry the other late night travellers.  A little girl and her father boarded the train at a suburban station. She looked to her father for reassurance. “They’re no trouble”, he said.

The shaggy haircuts had been so caught up with one song, they had missed their station.  The obvious remedy was to get off at any of the following stations, cross the bridge to the other platform and wait for the next northbound train.

Perhaps wishing to hold on to the moment, one of them took out a timetable and announced that if they stayed on the southbound train until the end of the line, it would be bound to form a northbound train that would take them to their destination.  They concurred with his opinion and continued their singing.

Returning from a youth event in the cathedral, the shaggy haircuts prompted reflection.  Four eighteen-nineteen year old males singing along after end of term drinks, where would they find a place in our church’s scheme of things?

The evangelicals have brought faith down to a matter of personal salvation; sign on the dotted line, do Christian things with Christian people, don’t drink and don’t listen to musicians who are not Christians.  Not much there to attract the lads.

The Anglo-Catholics have become ever more obsessed in wearing more and more absurd outfits and making sure they take two steps forward and one step sideways instead of one step sideways and two steps forwards, as if anyone would even notice how they do the church services.

The liberals don’t really believe in anything anyway, except not saying anything nasty about anyone, except white, male Protestants, who are personally responsible for all the world’s ills.

The traditional, middle of the road Church of Ireland would not even notice the shaggy haircuts, it’s busy getting ready for the Christmas sale.

Were I eighteen again, would I be likely to be a churchgoer, or would I be more at home on the 2234 southbound train from Pearse station, singing along with my mates?

It didn’t take long to come to an answer.

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  1. Not sure where I would sing today. I do remember singing while linking arms as we danced our way to catch the last bus home. The singing stopped as soon as we boarded the bus.

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