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Thursday, 29 January 2015

GOSPEL TRUTH

Growing up a Presbyterian in dour, post-war Ulster, I became aware that many of my elders regarded life as something other than joyful, and that even the simplest of pleasures might be regarded with suspicion lest it be sinful.

Adherence to a stern set of Biblical rules was of paramount importance, and guilt, often unspecified, was never far away.


Protestantism in Ulster splits into three main strands: Church of Ireland, Presbyterianism and Methodism, whilst alongside these exist a host of offshoots, many of which worship in tiny Gospel Halls around the province.

Here’s a snapshot, in verse, of one of such hall.  













 



CONGREGATION

The preacher’s words would rise and fall
like arrows: God’s wrath raining down
on Sunday faces, dull with fear.

The hall was spartan and austere
as though his bat-like, flowing gown
cast a great shadow over all.

Joyousness was in short supply
within those walls. Austerity
was all they knew, that little flock.

Shipwrecked, they clung to the cold rock
of religion, despairingly
waving as life sailed blindly by.

2 comments:

  1. It is so sad when religon is used to keep people in place, There is so much scope for it to liberate, do good and bring great joy.
    A powerful poem Richard, thanks for sharing it.

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  2. Thanks for the comment John. Even as a non-believer, I do agree that the 'positive' aspects of religious life, that you refer to, is much needed in this increasingly troubled world.

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