Today I went to Christ the King, a Presbyterian church in Cambridge (Boston). It was different. The liturgical portions weren’t wholly unfamiliar (only because of my Catholic background)… but I’m not sure I’m cut out for that much liturgy. I don’t want these words that I am suppose to recite to be devoid of true devotion. I am not implying that this is the case for other individuals- just for myself. I suppose I would deem its equivalent as reciting a song at an AoG church that’s filled with pronouns (it would be dishonest for me to say “Lord I’ll worship you all day long”- when the truth is I fail horribly, daily).
Regardless I was completely ministered to by the hymns- what power lies in the truthfulness of their words. But that was about it. The message was what I wanted to hear (theologically correct), but I wasn’t grabbed by it (how important is that, though?) I don’t know. Next week I’ll try a popular congregational church around here, and then an Anglican church. I think I’m really surprised at how many like-minded seminarians here have ended up in the Anglican church.
Syd visited this weekend. We ran in the morning, went to Singing beach in the afternoon. Got ice cream (mmm!), went to NH (I’d never been) for a party, and then ended up in Boston for their famous fireworks. For some moments I found myself feeling more at home. Jon visits in about a week or so. That should be spectacular. I’m just hoping for some beach time, seriously- and other people to want to go as well.
