Isn’t it Strange!!!

Written By: on Mar 9th, 2010 and filed under Columns, Features, Opinions.


Isn’t it strange how two hours seem so long when you’re at Church
but same 2 hours seems so short when you’re watching a good movie.

Isn’t it strange that you can’t find a word to say when you’re praying,
but you have no trouble thinking of what to talk with a friend.

Isn’t it strange how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of
the Bible,
but how easy it is to read chapters of a popular novel.

Isn’t it strange how everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games,
but they do whatever it is to sit at the last rows in Church.

Isn’t it strange how we need to know about an event at Church 2-3
weeks before the day so we can include it in our agenda,
but we can adjust it for other events in the last minute.

Isn’t it strange how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to
share it with others,
but how easy it is to learn, understand, extend and repeat gossip.

Isn’t it strange how we believe everything that magazines and newspapers say,
but we question the word of God?

Isn’t it strange how everyone wants a place in heaven,
but they don’t want to believe, do, or say anything to get there?

Isn’t it Strange!!!

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2 Responses for “Isn’t it Strange!!!”

  1. Isn’t it strange that so many Malankara Orthodox families living out of Kerala are joining English speaking churches and our church insists on having only Malayalam service?

    There are many people like me. My parents left Kerala decades ago and my siblings and I were brought up in various parts of India. Today I am in my 50s and cannot read or write Malayalam though I can speak the language fluently. Our children can only speak and understand very basic Malayalam and their children will probably look on it as a foreign language.

    As a child I spent most of the time in church staring at the clock , willing it to move faster as the service went on and on remorselessly. Every now and then the priest would hide behind the drapes and you could see a sort of shadow play going on if the light inside the madhuva was bright. Ladies and gents had to sit separately for some reason but it was good because I could spend part of the time looking around and trying to locate my mother and sister. after that I would join in on the Lords Prayer and Hail Mary because I had learned them by heart and say “Meenameen” loudly and tunefully.

    The beginning of the end would be signalled by the priest putting hand to heart and saying something about being a ‘belaheen and paavi’. The moment service was over we would all make a line to make our weekly donation under the eagle eye of the priest who would tap us on the forehead with his cross. The next hour or so was meeting time for the parents and running around time for us. The ladies eyed one another and tried to recall how many times the other one had worn the same saree so they could discuss it later when she was not around. The men spoke about all kinds of things and waited for the ladies to finish.

    My first act on reaching a level of independence was to refuse to go to church. Who wanted to hand around listening to people chant in an unknown language? My parents invested in one of those books where the Malayalam was written in English and I could sing along without understanding anything. When I tried to get them to explain it to me, I realized that my parents, and most of the others who chanted along, did not listen to themselves and understood very little of what they said.

    My wife and I felt guilty about going to another church so we never went to church at all. I’m not trying to excuse our behaviour but that’s how things worked out for us. In Dubai we started going for the MarThoma English service and, later, the Anglican service. Threee years down the line we make it almost every week, take part in the service and have even taken Holy Communion.

    It is high time we have regular, weekly service in English at churches outside Kerala and maybe even in cities like Kochi and Trivandrum. Our service has evolved from Suryani to Malayalam and may it is time to evolve further and have English service as well.

  2. p.m. thomas says:

    Good points all, but perhaps the reasons for it are more complex than we might first assume.
    “we dance around in a ring and suppose,
    but the secret lies in the middle and knows”

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