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does anyone still do this?
But I was raised Roman Catholic so I attended midnight mass up until about 14 or 15?
There's something intensely spiritual and deeply haunting about attending midnight mass and a Catholic choir singing "Carol Of The Bells" in the process. I'm an atheist now but that particular song? hymn? still sends shivers down my spine. If there is a God, then that's the closest I've ever felt to it.
Of what faith are/were you?
but i'm well and truly lapsed now
Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out, but I just can't fool myself by thinking there's something more than this.
Anyway, now you're thoroughly depressed by that statement, merry Christmas!
so he has enough rest for tomorrow morning.
Well, he still gets excited.
It was well boring
we've moved house since so i'm only near a church of scotland this time round. Last year I just stood at the back and listened to the nice carols. Left before all the handshaking and all the rituals and that. Was alright.
but I just can't. I just can't even think there's a possibility of some all-knowing, all-loving deity.
Otherwise they'd surely go to church every other Sunday.
its just as defined as atheism
the all-knowing all-loving deity of any given religion is impossible for me to swallow too, but that doesn't necessarily rule out the possibility of *any* kind of god-like thing. it's perfectly reasonable to think there might be "a god" while still maintaining that all religious conceptions of it are bullshit.
that said, i'm personally leaning far more towards the atheist camp, but i'm one of those "can't ever be totally sure" types
I interpret god as a state of mind. going to church is enriching, regardless of whether or not I believe in the mythology. nice carols, community spirit, happy messages.
Also , "agnostics" aren't "atheists" at all, thats just silly.
violant scenes at the vatican...
accidently sent fire to a girls hair with the candle they provided when I was about 17/18.
The vicar had a heart attack and fell out of the pulpit last time I went, cue old dears going "It's what he would have wanted", he didn't actually die though.
What a bellend
Nicely drunk, like every year.
the church was about half full, it used to be packed with people having to stand in the aisles when i was younger.
the organ player hit dozens of bum notes every hymn, played over the priest talking during the build up to communion, played an extra verse worth of music that didn't belong at the end of two songs, played the wrong hymns.
the singing consisted of even more embarrassed mumbling than usual.
the priest looked visibly annoyed by all of that on more than one occasion.
the whole thing was an awful cringefest.