As threatened I went to church yesterday. It’s taken a while for me to take the step of going back to church because, well the past experiences have left a sour taste in my mouth which has lingered a long time.
Add to that the fact that my spirituality has grown considerably since I left and my understanding of the force behind the universe, God, Source, you take your pick of names, has grown considerably. There wasn’t an overriding compulsion to return. But I did because I now feel I have so much to offer to others. Much to give away, freely.
I sit here and write to you disappointed.
It was like returning to a Victorian era with songs 300 years old followed by a sermon that told me how I needed to repent over any love of the things of the world. And this was what I had considered a modern church! I despair. It has no context in todays world. I can only liken it to someone who had a winning lottery ticket and was either completely unaware or afraid to cash it in.
There’s a story told about a little girl who, having read C.S.Lewis’ The Lion, The Witch And The Wardrobe, then went missing. She was eventually found sitting in her wardrobe. When asked why she was there she told her parents she was waiting for the magic to begin. As you’ve read the book you’ll understand this, the entrance to Narnia being through the children’s wardrobe in the book.
And here am I wanting to find a group who live with the magic, the magic I know. Pogue if you know where they are please point the way because I’m struggling to find them. It’s beginning to feel a little lonely out here.
Yours, reading C.S.Lewis,