I moved to my present location two months ago, I love the atmosphere and friendliness I have found. I often attended the church in the village where I used to live. The small but close knit community accepted me,not from the start but once they realised I had a gift for DIY and fund raising they came to accept that the ‘Tall Lady’, as the vicars daughter called me was an asset to the church community
After I retired I no longer needed to live close to the city so I sold my large house and bought a cottage in my present village. I have no close neighbours, but the post lady and village postmistress both know of me,so no doubt I am now known by most of the village.
Last Friday I dropped a letter through the letterbox of the vicarage telling a little about Myself and to offer my services to the church. I also asked if I could attend morning service the coming Sunday(today).
I received no reply, not even the courtesy of a polite rejection of my services or attendance,so this morning I took my ‘church outfit’ from its hanger, a smart but plain navy skirt suit with white piping to the collar, cuffs and hem of the jacket and matching pleated skirt, white top ,nude tights and navy low heeled shoes.
I had no wish to cause a fuss and less so in church, so I parked away from the church square and walked to the church. I was the recipient of several “ Good Morning “ and equally as many warm smiles.
I had no intention of now entering the church but something pulled at me to walk up the gravel path to the church door. The large woman standing within the doorway was clearly ‘somebody’ in the village as around her hovered several of her acolytes. I walked on and became the focus of their attention but just before the entrance I took a pathway towards the graveyard.
I sensed their eyes on me until I turned the corner and out of view I sat on a bench and thought to myself “ what makes them so special, the church or their own self righteous feelings of piety “
I returned home feeling I have made a mistake moving here. I am in no doubt that the coven around the entrance accepted that I was a woman , but their unsmiling welcome or lack of it was in no way a Christian one or at least not one I am aware off.
i do hope they come knocking on my door when they next need volunteers or have a collection for charity as I will invite them in and show them true Christian charity and acceptance of others.
i apologise now if I have offended anyone,it was not my intention. I wished just to vent my annoyance being tried in my abscense. I hope the vicar likes my next letter of introduction, the one I intend writing to the parish news.
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