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Wow, it’s been a long time since I heard about “smells and bells.” I still get goose bumps when I remember the opening Eucharist at St. John’s Cathedral in Denver for the 1994 Diocesean Convention. The procession alone lasted 20 minutes; I was one of two dozen chalisters … the incense hung in the air for almost an hour. Ah, good times, good times.
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We have regular Sunday night Compline services here. I tend to attend because my mother likes choral liturgical music (she’s not a Christian, but she appreciates the aesthetic) and it’s a good excuse to get her out of the house and spend time with her. The incense gets so thick sometimes that the clouds go right up to the ceiling and the four lights lit up there (there has to be SOME light apart from the candles, since we’d either go through a lot of wax or the singers wouldn’t be able to see their songsheets) made visible shafts of light through the smoke.
Um… happy Episcopal hijack. 
And though I was in fact confirmed yesterday* I still believe that, while Christ is my way to commune with the eternal and to appreciate the interconnectedness of all things and to remind myself how Good People ought to behave**, it is not thus for everyone. I believe firmly in “Do not say ‘Thou shalt not’, say ‘I will not’.” I don’t give up my responsibility for my own actions, and I don’t do good and moral things just because someone told me to. I’m further along in my moral development than that.
For the most part (and I say this because there’s jerks everywhere), atheists are decent folk who have no trouble teaching their children right from wrong without using the crutch of parables or books or Messiahs. And that’s cool and fine, because I think that if there is an afterlife, our conduct toward our fellow man in this one is more important than anything else. Christians who choose hate over love are not living up to what they should be.
And regardless of any beef you might have with the history of any one church, it is downright inappropriate to blame Joe Random Christian for the Crusades, just as it’s inappropriate to blame me because five generations back I have a slave-owning ancestor***. I’m sorry about it and there’s nothing I can do about it and I don’t own slaves, and I think the issue should end there.
Just live and let live, dude. And if assholes come up to you and tell you that you’re doing it all wrong, that you should stand and sit and kneel and sing like this and believe like that… well, they’re assholes, of the subset Christian asshole. Hate on the assholes, because they deserve it. Leave everyone else out of it.
[size=1]* And it was a marvelous ceremony. The thunderous 500 or so people shouting “WE WILL!” when asked to accept us into the fold was really, really powerful, and walking up the aisle with flowers all around and a smiling bishop up front flanked by the rector (who is marvelous at ministry, really tops) and the newcomers’ priest (a lovely young woman who never seems to have an impatient moment) and my teacher (annoying as his conservatism can be, he’s a remarkably kind fellow) and others I knew and didn’t know, and walking up there with my father behind me and feeling their hands rest on my shoulders as the bishop welcomed me… it was a truly wonderful moment.
** Just this: treat other people as you would be treated, and love unconditionally. Even people who don’t “deserve” love should receive it; especially those, in fact.
*** Amusing but true. In his will he left all his clothing to one of his slaves – we believe the young man was his illegitimate son. I think he freed him on his death as well.