I am concerned about my behaviour in recent weeks.
I was brought up as a catholic and was a regular attender at mass, however once I went away to university I left all that behind.
My only church attendance since then would have been keeping my mum company at Christmas time and the like.
I do not consider myself as having a faith and would describe myself as agnostic.
So, why have I taken to going to mass again? I've been about seven out of the last nine Sundays.
I think it has something to do with the fact that both my parents are gone now, almost as if I am seeking some solace and comfort from a church service; and I have to say that I do find it in hearing the words and the mantra I grew up with.
Is it a condition of being a middle-aged orphan? Our parents were much more dependent on us in our later years, but still one had always counted on them being there.
Perhaps, its not a source of concern at all. The concentration of a service, the smells, the bells, the hyms. They can provide quite a heady balm, but then, I do find myself listening to the lessons and the gospel, the homily even, and pondering their meaning.
Am I submitting to some delusional vortex and what if I start to find myself believing the mumbo jumbo all over again.
Your thoughts and prayers ... Oh crumms, do you see what I mean?!
Your thoughts would be welcome.
SHB
I was brought up as a catholic and was a regular attender at mass, however once I went away to university I left all that behind.
My only church attendance since then would have been keeping my mum company at Christmas time and the like.
I do not consider myself as having a faith and would describe myself as agnostic.
So, why have I taken to going to mass again? I've been about seven out of the last nine Sundays.
I think it has something to do with the fact that both my parents are gone now, almost as if I am seeking some solace and comfort from a church service; and I have to say that I do find it in hearing the words and the mantra I grew up with.
Is it a condition of being a middle-aged orphan? Our parents were much more dependent on us in our later years, but still one had always counted on them being there.
Perhaps, its not a source of concern at all. The concentration of a service, the smells, the bells, the hyms. They can provide quite a heady balm, but then, I do find myself listening to the lessons and the gospel, the homily even, and pondering their meaning.
Am I submitting to some delusional vortex and what if I start to find myself believing the mumbo jumbo all over again.
Your thoughts and prayers ... Oh crumms, do you see what I mean?!
Your thoughts would be welcome.
SHB
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