I am not a religious person. I was brought up in a Christian society, but I have always found organised religion unsettles me. But like many people in the UK, I slip in and out of Christian celebrations like a thief in the night.
And so it was I found myself grudgingly trudging through Sawbridgeworth (a village where Kara's parents live) on my way to a caroll concert. I has visions of the internimable caroll practices at my secondary school, where the highlight was a tuneless rendition of the school dirge.
This though was surprisingly fun. Instead of a smattering of people, there were actually hundreds of people on the enclosed village green. The lyrics were projected onto a wall by a digital projector, and it was balmy for a christmas evening. I felt like I had stepped onto the set of a romantic comedy (probably by Richard Curtis), as the protaganists visit the local village festival, smiling children and all.
It also reminded me of the power of organised religion, especially when it invovled singing. Then again, this effect is also present at most big concerts, even when they involve such areilgious bands as The Rolling Stones.
On another note, Kara got me a book and a DVD that wern't on my Christmas list, but were absolutely brilliant choices. Great to be married to someone who knows you, except when you are doing something wrong. :)
