I’m
away next week, and most weekends in October, so there will be no blogs for a
while and quite spasmodic ones until mid-November.
I’m
not sure what meme inspired this post, presumably one about Pope Francis.
From
Facebook Archives.
19 September 2015 at
13.47
The
strange thing is - this now makes me want to go back to church
When I think of the catechists I had as a child!
Only going to a Catholic church would do,
everyone else was going downstairs in their opinion as far as I could see - and
as for not believing in God! ... well that was not even mentioned.
Fortunately Dad was a God-fearing Anglican,
Master at Cwmifor CP School and my best friend’s parents were Methodists so I
knew in my bones it was bull from about the age of five.
Fancy telling a child it's wrong to worship
God in another church with people of another denomination, and as for sharing
prayers with Jews, Muslims, other monotheists or other religions, forget
it.
Thank God (whichever form he/she/it
comes in) we've come a long way since the 1960s.
***
When
Mum and Dad married in 1941 he was obliged to sign a form vowing that any
children would be brought up Catholic.
He was a man of his word.
On
Sundays he would attend the 9.30 Service at St Paul’s Manordeilo and then
ensure we were taken to 11am Mass.
This
was by taxi or, when he had learnt to drive, car at Tregib, or an upstairs room in
Llandeilo Library (when the Catholic church had no building), and the Elim Vestry. The Elim was owned by a parishioner who 'rented' it to the church until
funds were raised to buy and convert the old telephone exchange into St David's RC Church; by which time
I had left home.
I
remember once asking Dad why I had to go to church every Sunday (and Holy Day of Obligation).
“Look
at it this way Ben. There’s either a God
or there isn’t. If there is it’s better
to keep on his good side. If there isn’t
it’s done you no harm. Besides which
there are no atheists in a shipwreck.”
The
last point I accepted because I knew he had actually once been in a plane
crash; as well as everything he experienced in the RAF in the war.
All
of the current Coven are cradle Catholics with varying levels of observance,
practice and ecumenism. Some of us are
married to Catholics, others not. Dr E’s
husband has always been very involved in the United Reformed Church and they
are very active in their faith and ecumenical activities.
At
our first Coven a decade or so ago I admitted to DrE that I might go to Mass in
solidarity with one of our members, whose husband had made churchgoing hard for
her, but that I didn’t think I’d go to Communion.
“Of course you’re going to Communion” she said
with all the Irish and Polish blood in her showing through.
So I did, and have done at every Coven since.
At
our first post Lockdown Coven in Bath the only way we could visit Bath Abbey was to attend the Sunday morning (Anglican) Communion Service so DrE booked us suitably
distanced seats. One of us had to leave
early for her train, another left early during the service.
Of the remaining four only DrE and I took
Communion.
As we left the service she
said
“I think the other two were quite shocked, but I have no problem taking another denomination’s Communion. Some would say I am Eucharistically indiscriminate. Or is it indiscreet?”
“No E” I replied “you are Eucharistically
promiscuous”.
At which we fell about
laughing disgracefully.
Recently
I’ve regretted the fact that I never went to Church with Dad, barring weddings
and funerals. So the last time I was
down home and there was a service at St Paul’s I went. I was recognised and welcomed by more old
friends of the family than when I’d visited the Catholic St David’s.
St Paul’s dates to the 1850s. It was originally a ‘chapel of ease’ because there was such a large congregation in the Llandeilo area that St Teilo’s
couldn’t accommodate them all. It saved Manordeilo
parishioners a three or four mile walk to church (no taxis in those days).
I know my paternal
grandparents and great-grandparents were active parishioners. Every time I see Joan Hickson as Miss Marple I am reminded of Granma going up to Sunday evening services in her hat and gloves. Sadly the congregation at St Paul’s is now so
old and small that there will be no more Holy Services there after
October.
Next week I am going down home
to celebrate my ‘best before’ birthday with siblings and old friends. There is 9.30 Communion Service on Sunday 27th,
which I shall attend and take part in fully.
It seems appropriate to represent the family and close the circle
somehow.
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