In the old
days, when I was still a boy, my parents took me and my brother to Church every
Sunday. The organ was playing, psalms were being sung and prayers said. And we
had to be dressed in our Sunday’s best, and our hair had to be combed (if not
we might have continued this practice for a few more years).
It was before Hollywood took over from the
Holy Church to teach us about good and evil.
The best
part of the performance was the live blogger. He must have had another name at
the time, but it is so many years ago, that I have forgotten about it. He was
speaking from a bloggers’ stand. A so-called pulpit, if my memory serves me right. Every Sunday he would, on the basis of a
section from the Bible, deliver a live, oral blog on the morals of our everyday
lives. Why it was important to forgive, why you would be happier giving than
receiving, why you shouldn’t judge other people, why you shouldn’t envy other
people, why you shouldn’t blame your faults on others and a load of other
edifying stuff. A new blog every Sunday
– all year round.
It was a
Church and it was about religion, but what I took with me was the humanism.
Not the importance of God, but the importance of people and the way we behave
to each other. Maybe this was not intended, but I think for many of my
generation it worked that way.
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