I did not go to Church today
I didn't go down to Church this morning for the Palm Sunday service. Palm Sunday in the Episcopal Church is a hybrid. Its full name is “Palm Sunday: The Sunday of the Passion”. That name indicates the nature of the service. It begins with a commemoration of the “event” when Jesus (according to the bible) entered Jerusalem mounted on a donkey. The service disposes of that very quickly (usually with the singing of the terminally boring “All Glory, Laud and Honour” ), and then moves to a reading of one or other of the Gospel accounts of Jesus’ betrayal, trial and crucifixion. It’s all too much for me. It “feels” as if we were to re-enact the marriage of Charles and Diana, and then recall her tragic death – all in the space of 70 or so minutes. Mostly it’s all too much for me because of the “words, words, words” which dominate the service, with never a minute for silent reflection, (see my grumpy blog for last Sunday). So I skipped Church thi...