Crew or professional Christian?

When I was a girl  I hated the sound of what I used to call "The professionalChristian"
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.

Sunday

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