Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Why do we go to church?

The funny poem below was published by a vicar back in the 19th century. I am sure that I've been all of these people at one time or other (allowing of course for some modification here and there) but I now pray God that I might be more the last on the list...


Some go to church just for a walk,
Some go to stare and laugh and talk,
Some go there to meet a friend,
Some their idle time to spend,
Some for general observation,
Some for private speculation,
Some to seek or find a lover,
Some a courtship to discover,
Some go there to use their eyes,
And newest fashions criticise,
Some to show their own smart dress,
Some their neighbours to assess;
Some to scan a robe or bonnet,
Some to price the trimming on it,
Some to learn the latest news,
That friends at home they may amuse,
Some to gossip false and true,
Safe within the sheltering pew,
Some go there to please the squire,
Some his daughter to admire,
Some the parson go to fawn,
Some to lounge and some to yawn,
Some to claim the parish doles,
Some for bread and some for coals,
Some because it's thought genteel,
Some to vaunt their pious zeal,
Some to show how sweet they sing,
Some how loud their voices ring,
Some the preacher go to hear,
His style of voice to praise or jeer,
Some their sins to vanish o'er,
Some to sit and doze and nod,
But few to kneel and worship God.

Why do you go to church?

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