Monday, January 29, 2007
From this:
"LONDON (Reuters) - For Anglicans who still haven't found what they're looking for, the Church of England is staging its first "U2-charist" communion service -- replacing hymns with hit songs by the Irish supergroup."
Well, points for "U2-charist", but come now. When a church starts to stive for relevance it may as well throw in the chasuble. It is strongest outside of rationality or accessibility. Who wants a modern church? What's the point? King James bible and hymns, please.
A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognized, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round.
Or go with Bono, if you prefer. It's not my church - do what you like.
You can push
But you can't direct it
Circulate, regulate, oh no
You cannot connect it
You know you're chewing bubblegum
You know what it is
But you still want some
'Cause you just can't get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff
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"LONDON (Reuters) - For Anglicans who still haven't found what they're looking for, the Church of England is staging its first "U2-charist" communion service -- replacing hymns with hit songs by the Irish supergroup."
Well, points for "U2-charist", but come now. When a church starts to stive for relevance it may as well throw in the chasuble. It is strongest outside of rationality or accessibility. Who wants a modern church? What's the point? King James bible and hymns, please.
A serious house on serious earth it is,
In whose blent air all our compulsions meet,
Are recognized, and robed as destinies.
And that much never can be obsolete,
Since someone will forever be surprising
A hunger in himself to be more serious,
And gravitating with it to this ground,
Which, he once heard, was proper to grow wise in,
If only that so many dead lie round.
Or go with Bono, if you prefer. It's not my church - do what you like.
You can push
But you can't direct it
Circulate, regulate, oh no
You cannot connect it
You know you're chewing bubblegum
You know what it is
But you still want some
'Cause you just can't get enough
Of that lovie dovie stuff
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