coldturkey

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I have friends who do and who don’t attend Church regularly. This month of September I set out to drag, cajole and if need be whip those who last went to Church months ago. So far so good. Two of them have accompanied me and we have sat where I do – middle pew. We have listened, we have had holy communion.

Apostle Paul in the Bible – this man was a philosopher of high schooling and practice. If you read his letters, you get the finesse of a man who has made language his slave and who is totally sold out to his faith. He speaks and defends it without leaving any grey areas and if he doesn’t convince you, he awes you – writing to the people of Corinth, asks them to eat before coming for holy communion. His advice must have become after an foul incident of faithful grumbling that the bread was not well buttered or was small. Like Steve Harvey says, Sit down you. This ain’t no meal. It’s a holy ritual!

On Sunday the service was with a bloke whom we grew up together, did the same bad and good things and even went to same schools. He might have been worse because he sold his clothes on the snooker table to keep on playing. He knows my kitchen better, I know his better. A good fella.

If you have read Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes, an ‘award-winning, tragicomic memoir of the misery and squalor of his childhood,’ then you know how religious growing up in 1930s Ireland was. School children swallow strips of newspaper to symbolize holy communion and the teacher orders then not to speak because can’t they see that God is on their tongues! It’s the book to read and the film to watch. Franky observed his father pray but could not quite get the ending of his benedictions. And so when he prays for the first time after his little sister dies and is ‘put in a box for the hole in the ground’ Franky finishes his prayer with the words; ‘In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy toast.’ He later becomes his family’s shoulder, taking over from his drunkard of a father.

Not all people attend church for various reasons but if you have and stopped, there is a good feeling to it when you once again show up. It’s better than remote churching or mouse click fellowships. After the service my boy says he feels good for attending. That was cool and I hope he picks up the noble habit again. Try it this Sunday, if you may.

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Written by coldturkey

September 20, 2011 at 10:57 AM

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  1. Holy toast! Lol
    But on the serious…I need to start going to church again.

    farmgal

    September 28, 2011 at 7:34 AM

  2. I see you’re also that annoying person who drags people to church every once so often…hehehe….I also love doing that…especially to my pals who consider themselves ‘so far gone’..but somehow, i think they feel more lost within the congregation than ever before…too bad.

    yella soul

    October 4, 2011 at 12:52 PM

  3. Hi, Coldturkey

    How are ya? Could you kindly drop me an email on bikozulu@gmail.com, something I need to run by you. Please. Thanks

    Bikozulu

    October 31, 2011 at 1:51 PM


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