And this one…we don’t do no more

Paraphrasing slightly (as usual) from Father of the Bride. There are hymns which I grew up with that used to be part of the national, Christian consciousnesses. For instance I used to love “When a Knight won his Spurs.” We don’t do them so much now. Remember it?

So lovely and to my old, slightly jaundiced ears, so much better than some of the Jesus is my girlfriend songs we get now. (Don’t get worked up, I can give you the names of several thousand witnesses who know that I really appreciate good loud worship and that I bow to no-one in my admiration of Tim Hughes et al)
FOW1 spent some of the summer reading a book for his archaeology degree called “By Sword and Fire – Cruelty and Atrocity in Medieval Warfare” From what I can make out, most knights spent their time a-pillaging and
a-massacring anything with a pulse rather than your actual gallanting and chivalrying.
This may be why it has fallen out of favour, which I suppose is fair enough. Still, it makes me a little sad. It always made me think of truth and honour being important and seemed to have this spirit of commitment running through it. And I like that and I don’t care.

On a less edifying note.Went out Friday night and had to record last episode of Parade’s End. Still haven’t had time to watch it so have commanded the few people I know who are following it to refrain from any mention of ANYTHING at all that went on. Especially the prospect of jig-a jig. Am not sure this programme is doing my spirituality any good at all as am very much hoping that he leaves his wife and goes off with Valentine. I am not proud of myself.

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  1. September 27, 2012 / 9:12 pm

    I too have yet to watch my recorded Parade's End.

    I went off the 'when a knight won his spurs' hymn when I discovered the author [Jan Struther] led anything but a chivalrous private life. And who is this Valerie for whom he rode thru the land, anyway?

    But with you all the way on the soppy lovey dovey songs which are an embarrassment to redblooded males in the congregation.

    Lots of these older hymns were popular in School assemblies, rather than Sunday Worship, I think. Our head was fond of "I sing a Song of the Saints of God" – and we were all daydreaming about shepherdesses being slain on the village green by wild beasts! [now THAT would be a good plot for Midsomer Murders]

    loving your blog, Martha – keep it up x

  2. Anonymous
    September 28, 2012 / 7:42 am

    Ah Parades End….so gutted that it has finished.I savoured every last second but as to the ending???

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