Religious theory

11 July 2004 at 17:11 Leave a comment

Religion is not something I ordinarily give a lot of thought to, but after ‘re-experiencing’ church as an adult (in other words my husband goes) I find that I have learned many things and have developed a new theory of religion.

First of all, I discovered that I really hate singing in church.

Then I wondered, does my sister hate it? And does this explain why she became a Quaker?! They don’t sing in church. So I asked and, yep, she hates it too.

Well, actually, I can’t say I hate singing in church, because I just don’t do it. Except the doxology. I’ve always liked the doxology.

There we stand, poor old bb dutifully holding the hymnal so I can see it, sort of nudging me, but I just smile at him. Nothing doing!

He sings well, but I have the range of a…I’ll say turnip.  I can hear how badly I sing.

I know a woman whose singing voice cuts out oddly in the middle of trying to sing a note.  I’m suggesting that that’s why she doesn’t go, even though she’s a fervent believer. She’s a “Born Again” Christian, even though she hasn’t been to church for, you know, 20 years.

And I know a guy with a pretty awful voice, but he seems to be tone deaf.  He goes to church every Sunday.

There you have it, my theory (*ahem**ahem*): singing skill/music appreciation as a determining factor in church-going and religious choice.


Entry filed under: music.

Che Chuoi Atwood

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