Bogosity

Last weekend I blogged about how boring religion is and how I couldn’t be bothered blogging about it. This week I’ve caught up on some podcasts, even listened to a religion report and, wait for it, went to church on Sunday. Admittedly I turned up about half way through the service and was going to slip quietly out and hide until it finished but Br Donald spotted me and encouraged me to take communion which I did.

Communion is a funny thing. I’ve given ‘the sermon’ at church only twice (as part of my “training” last year) and I spoke about communion both times. The short version of the theology around it is that communion is a way of imagining all things being complete. Not imagining in the fantasy sense but in a sacramental sense which is where imagination and the spirit meet to put a physical handle on something that is otherwise very hard to express. Being able to just waltz in half way through a service, without having to endure half an hour of keeping Sol entertained without disrupting the quietness of the service made the experience more meaningful – especially that I was personally invited to partake. So I enjoyed a few minutes of prayers and things after that and then had morning tea with a familiar community of people who all have their quirks but manage to look after one another to some degree.

Likewise, I enjoyed the religion report because I was not really listening to it for any reason. Not expecting much but finding some good stuff about India and some of the experiences they have had with religion and politics and then comparing it to America and the Middle East.

Finally I heard Crowded House’s new single on Rage on Saturday morning so thought I’d throw ‘Together Alone’ in the CD player and it brought back some memories of a time when I used to really be into them. It reminded me how much I used to just kick back and stare into space and just enjoy soaking up a good CD, a bit of sunlight and maybe have a bang on the guitar. I work so hard these days – whether it be doing the dad thing or the house thing or even the social thing (not that this is work but it is busyness). When Steph suggested I buy tickets for the Crowded House concert I was amazed at my reaction: “no that’s impossible, I can’t do that anymore”. Yet I bought tickets for a Wiggles concert! I think I’d forgotten that sometimes it’s ok to go and do something completely selfish – even to do nothing at all.