My girlfriend, much to my frustration, is a low church Evangelical Protestant. For those of you who aren't well acquainted with that terminology, if basically means that they're ultra Protestant. They have very little (if any) of traditional Christianity in their belief or their worship. Instead, what they have was made up on the fly in the early twentieth century, though it does find deeper roots in some nineteenth century movements.
So, I said that I'd agree to go to one of her services. Don't get me wrong - I wasn't expecting to get anything out of it, and Orthodox aren't supposed to pray alongside the heterodox anyway. I was just there as an observer. What hit me as I entered the church? Well, it was a big place that had clearly once been a respectable, high church (i.e. traditional) Anglican church, but which now boasted what I can only describe as disco lights, enormous TV screens and a stage with an in-house rock band. This was what I had come for really - I wanted to hear the rock music and see the crazy prophesying and speaking in tongues for myself.
What quickly became clear however was that the 'service' was really, really boring. I mean, so boring that I was yawning an embarrassingly large number of times, repeatedly glancing at my watch and practically crying with the sheer banality of it all.
What's that? Boring? But they had Christian rock and strobe lighting! Maybe so, but the songs all had almost identical rhythms and melodies, and as for the words, not only were they all extremely similar between songs, but they barely had any levels of meaning to them whatsoever. By that I mean that the lyrics were virtually meaningless.
Then a nice lady came up and told us that she was going to pray. What came out of her mouth? A string of, "O Lord... I just... I just, Lord... like, I just pray that... you know..." What a waste of time! I barely understood her, frankly. It's a good thing that God is omniscient.
Next up, the sermon. A guy came up, read a bit of Mark's Gospel, and then started expounding on it. Actually, what he said was pretty sound. Not very complex or at all incisive (there was a bit of the bleedin' obvious about it), but I didn't have any arguments with it. But it went on for well over an hour - just to analyse about eleven verses of one Gospel story! Never mind, because here comes excitement - the band are back on stage!
More tedium. And then some. Then the lady came out again and related a 'prophecy' to us that one of the audience (sorry, 'congregation') had just had. This person had visualised one of the images from the story. That was the lamest excuse for a prophecy that I had ever seen. Then it was over (after over two hours of this), and I nearly sprinted for the door, a surprised girlfriend in tow.
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Now, here's the worrying bit - this is the main Evangelical church of Oxford University, one of the top universities in all of Europe, and probably the world. And there were a lot of university students there. Now I don't see a problem with an intelligent person being religious - I myself am a university student and a Christian - but these students are meant to be the brightest and most intellectual students that Britain has to produce.
This worship service was totally bereft of meaning. Nothing happened. Obviously people had a tedious sing-song and so on, but nothing concrete or spiritual actually happened. There was no Grace of God present (nobody seemed aware of the concept), none of this made you feel closer to Heaven, and it was certainly not inspirational on any level whatsoever. You would have literally got just as much out of staying in your room and praying incoherently there. How could these people settle for such a waste of their time?








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