further adventures of the fan being
Funniest thing happened last Saturday. I had just caught the bus back from Glebe and was walking down from Parramatta Road towards my favourite church --- aka The Invisible Church, tm sheba_finesse --- and suddenly noticed it was having an open day. So I wheeled around and went in to have a gawk around.
I've never been inside that church. Which, yes, is odd considering I've lived behind it for the better part of three years now and bloody well adore it to bits. It was just never open whenever I walked past.
So I crept in on tippy-toe cos I happened to be wearing the very clattery black laceup heels and sat in one of the side pews to look wide-eyed around while some guy played the rather nice organ up the back and a few people sat in the pews, listening. Gah but it's a beautiful church, all stark stone and such elegant simple accoutrements.
Rather inadvertantly, I happened to sit down behind a pillar so leaned out to peer around. Leaned out once, smiled at the lovely round frosted lamp near the altar. Sat back, looked at the book display alcove up ahead. Then frowned and leaned out again, peered around. Spotted the back room all glowing with afternoon sun. Sat back. Frowned even deeper and leaned out a third time and damned near tumbled into the aisle when I realised what it was that was pinging my brain with oddness.
THERE WAS NO CRUCIFIX!
Holymotherof --- how can you have a church without a crucifix, omg! *chokes, boggles, etc* These were the horrified thoughts tumbling through my head. And then: "Huh, maybe it's a Presbyterian thing. It is a Presbyterian church, after all. I wonder what other sort of odd things they believe in. Eeeeyeeerggh ..."
Which, I'm sorry, but I find that thought process too fucking funny to be occurring in a rabid atheist's head. Even the Aunt and friend were all fascinated and mystified when I told them. Ah, we Papists, we. And it was only when I resumed my walk home that I put my earphones back in and realised Gary Numan had been screaming anti-religious stuff while I sat there wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a dog near a pyramid above the words 'The Church'. Hee hee hee. No wonder the lady taking donations looked at me with such misgiving.
Tooooooooo fucking funny.
I've never been inside that church. Which, yes, is odd considering I've lived behind it for the better part of three years now and bloody well adore it to bits. It was just never open whenever I walked past.
So I crept in on tippy-toe cos I happened to be wearing the very clattery black laceup heels and sat in one of the side pews to look wide-eyed around while some guy played the rather nice organ up the back and a few people sat in the pews, listening. Gah but it's a beautiful church, all stark stone and such elegant simple accoutrements.
Rather inadvertantly, I happened to sit down behind a pillar so leaned out to peer around. Leaned out once, smiled at the lovely round frosted lamp near the altar. Sat back, looked at the book display alcove up ahead. Then frowned and leaned out again, peered around. Spotted the back room all glowing with afternoon sun. Sat back. Frowned even deeper and leaned out a third time and damned near tumbled into the aisle when I realised what it was that was pinging my brain with oddness.
THERE WAS NO CRUCIFIX!
Holymotherof --- how can you have a church without a crucifix, omg! *chokes, boggles, etc* These were the horrified thoughts tumbling through my head. And then: "Huh, maybe it's a Presbyterian thing. It is a Presbyterian church, after all. I wonder what other sort of odd things they believe in. Eeeeyeeerggh ..."
Which, I'm sorry, but I find that thought process too fucking funny to be occurring in a rabid atheist's head. Even the Aunt and friend were all fascinated and mystified when I told them. Ah, we Papists, we. And it was only when I resumed my walk home that I put my earphones back in and realised Gary Numan had been screaming anti-religious stuff while I sat there wearing a t-shirt emblazoned with a dog near a pyramid above the words 'The Church'. Hee hee hee. No wonder the lady taking donations looked at me with such misgiving.
Tooooooooo fucking funny.