Always think of Emily Dickinson on Sunday mornings when the thought of going to church crosses my mind. Here’s her poem:
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| http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/182809 |
Then again, Emily never left her home for any reason much less to attend a church service. Of course she could write a poem explaining why.
For me, on Sundays I get my dose of church at Buzzy’s Country Store where sinners and saints congregate for their sense of community. At Buzzy’s I hear many a sermon, lots of confessing, and much witnessing and testifying. At Buzzy’s also, just like in a sanctified church, music is played, a collection is taken up and alcoholic beverages are dispensed as Communion. (Some popcorn may get thrown in too.) No bowing, kneeling nor genuflecting goes down at Buzzy’s unless of course someone falls down. Like church too, folks always leave Buzzy’s feeling better than when they came in.
Back to Emily for a moment – she’s got an “interesting” story to tell about her life and how she lived if you are up for it (click here.) Also here is a tutorial on how to best read Emily’s poems (click here.) Always find myself feeling a little sorry for the girl whenever I read anything about her. Maybe she should have gone out to church. That or gotten laid.
