Saturday Evening
Topiary spent Saturday night in a Catholic church....naw, not praying for Mr. Jackson's soul. Not homeless huddling for sanctuary. Attending a wedding!While lulled to sleep by the interminable droning of the priest, Cow considered:
-How she would NEVER be able to rustle up 500 Topiary acquaintances to fill a church...
-How she'd like to belong to a church, if only they weren't so boring, and so family-and-kids oriented;
-How frightening it was that the microphone kept fading out as the priest spoke, and whether this was some sort of message;
-Two words on page eight of the Guide to the Service: "please kneel" horrors!
-How much relief can be generated by kindly seatmates saying "you don't have to do that" as others leave their seats for communion;
-The effects of fantastic food, a great band and an open bar at a classy reception to make the evening a rollicking success!
Cow hopes all young shrubs get just as beautiful a start. *snif* into Topiary hanky
Moo!
posted by The Topiary Cow at
8:34 PM
7 Comments:
I'm glad you ate well, Ms Cow. I bet the bride and groom couldn't recognise most of those 500 faces. It seems some couples want their wedding to be like a show in a theatre.
I had any desire to go into a church removed as a child attending a church school. Like you I will do it for a wedding.
While staying in Italy, my hosts informed me that we were having a priest for supper which I thought was terribly appropriate.
after struggling with more, well, traditional sects of religion for years my parents decided when I was 10 that we would switch to a Unitarian church. The theme of my first year of Sunday School was "Religions of the World" and every Sunday I met a different religious leader all the way from a priest to a Buddhist monk to a warlock. that was a fun church.
and no kneeling.
-kate
It would appear that a small town showed up for the wedding. As a former, former church goer, a wedding is the only reason to attend, with the hope that the dinner, dancing, and of course drinking will ease the kneeling pain. Double sniff!
St. Alexis evening service maybe? The kids all go to the morning service. A group bible discussion instead of a sermon most times. Great fun music. No kneeling 'cause we all modern and using the ancient tradition of standing instead, haha. Me! lol! ;)
My family were High Church (Anglo-Catholics, a branch of Church of England that makes even the present Pope look like a happy clappy preacher in a down town chapel). I lapsed long ago but went along for the ride with a friend who was curious. As the priest walked down the aisle, followed by functionary wielding the burning incense my friend nudged me in the ribs and said in a loud stage whisper: "Look out! That lad's handbag's on fire!"
GB: Cow charitably hoping many guests were relatives of the parents.
And why thank you, Gorilla, yes Cow did eat well, many leafy greens! Moo!
Lulu: Oh dear me. Somebody else ALSO ate well, and it was not the bugs!
Kate: Ah, touring world religions sounds the way to go!
Also easier on the knees!
RJ: possibly were churches located on or near your golf course you would find them more appealing? Just supposing here...:)
Watercolor: St. Alexis sounds a treat, must check it out (Topiary scribbling 'note to self')
Especially like the idea of evening services...:)
Kevin: your friend obviously appreciates the finer points of church, like pulling the fire alarm to exit speedily :)
Moo out to all regular church-goers, Cow did not mean to offend any, respects and honors them and thinks they do many good things.
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