We are not regular churchgoers, there are many reasons as to why this is but I don’t think this blog is the best place for me to start a debate on the philosophy of religion.
However I am fickle and I do like a good carol. So it is around this time of year that we wrap up warm and toddle off to the local place of worship.
Last night found myself, twin boy and twin girl on a pew all eagerly grasping song sheets. Twin girl poked me on the arm asking where Rudolph was and I attempted to explain that Rudolph was not officially regarded as a “carol”.
The vicar assumed his place at the front and silence fell in the aisles, except for twin girl asking with an edge in her voice “does that mean Jingle Bells is out too as Jesus isn’t in that?”
The twins remained rather unimpressed with the first choice of song. But ignorant to their dismay the organ churned into life and the congregation began…
“O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, o come ye to Bethlehem;
Come and behold him, born the King of angels;”
As the silence between verse and chorus rested twin girl loudly sighed “mummy is this french, are they singing in french?”
Ignoring the looks from the crowd I sang on regardless but decided to whisper the words before singing them to my vocal children. The chorus passed and the next verse began…
“God of God, light of light,
Lo! He abhors not the Virgin’s womb…”
And there as the congregation inhaled in silence, mustering up breath for the next line of the carol, twin boy decided to speak in his extra loud church voice…
“Mummy, what’s a virgin? Are you a virgin?”
You just don’t get these questions with Rudolph and Jingle Bells….