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Slowly Coming Apart

 

 

Harold Macdonald

There had been a slight dwindling
of the congregation, stalwarts sticking
out like ribs on an emaciated body, the
peculiars who seemed to own the
place.

And while they were aging, the cathedral
sanctuary had been liturgically renewed
according to the mode of the 50's
when people were wild about the architecture of
worship.

There were enough of them still
to fund the enterprise, to make sure
it was there the next Sunday, for
the very same collection of off-the-wall
individuals.

This morning, in another church, the faithful
23 persons, sang again the boring hymns with
obsolete theology (which no one notices any more)
accompanied by a tape which I had made years
ago.

 

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