It was the voice of one, who, knowing all the liturgy by heart used to almost sing it....For me it make a mockery of the whole thing! If the ordination of women has done nothing else at least it has changed much of the attitude that produced that voice!
I recently came across a wonderful poem by D J Enfield. Its called Sunday. I am tempted to post the whole thing....skip it if you don't want to read it but the verse about the "crew" in church is worth a visit.
My mothers strongest religious feeling
Was the Catholics were a sinister lot
She would hardly trust even a lapsed one
My father was a lapsed Catholic
Yet we were sent to Sunday school
Perhaps in the spirit that others
were sent to public schools. It
Might come in useful later on
In Sunday school a sickly adult
Taught the teachings of a sickly lamb
To a gathering of sickly children
It was a far cry from that brisk person
Who created the heaven and the earth in
Six days and then took Sunday off.
The churches were run by a picked crew
Of bad actors radiating insincerity
Not that one thought of them in that way
One merely disliked the sound of their voices
I cannot recall one elevated moment in church
Though as a choir boy I pulled in a useful
Sixpence a month.
Strange, that a sense of religion should
Somehow survive all this grim buffoonery
Perhaps that brisk old person does exist
And we are living through His Sunday
D J Enfield