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Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.
Megachurches. I can't be the only one frightened when our houses of worship sound like they could take on Godzilla.
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
The Church must go, it is the haven of the booboisie, of boobs and bounders and all brummagem mountebanks.
Lord, what music hast thou provided for Thy saints in heaven, when Thou affordest bad men such music on earth!
That which is destroying the Church is not the outward groping of those within it nor the inward groping of those without, but the professionals who control it and who have removed the bells from its steeples.
Hercules used noise! Brass bells! He scared them away with the most horrible sound he could-" said Percy
"Percy ... Chiron's collection!
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail the sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, that the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze, leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
God's church is the instrument for his prophesy
Keep making noise, I prayed, laughing. Bang drums. Clamor and ring bells for I cannot stand to hear the tired beating of this almost heart.
Now they always accuse me of carrying around a sledge hammer with which to pound the church members. Yes sir, I do pound them, every time I come down, I knock one of the halfway fellows out of the doorway, and every time I knock one out I get a sinner in.
The damn bells kept ringing through the fog. Bud mumbled a command to his music system, a phased acoustical array splayed across both eardrums like the seeds on a strawberry. The volume went up but couldn't scour away the deep tones of the carillon, which
There is nothing better for me than to bring the bells in, in Scotland.
Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."
A dynamic praying church must be built from the inside out, employing all four levels of
prayer: the secret closet, the family altar, small group praying and finally, the
congregational setting.
The church is something beautiful
In the old law, God was praised both with musical instruments, and human voices. But the church does not use musical instruments to praise God, lest she should seem to judaize.
Dear God, save us from The Church!
If joy could break windows and hallelujahs could break floorboards, this church would have been broken down by noon.
I'm a choir girl gone horribly, desperately wrong.
preacher's tone:
And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow, To the full-voiced choir below, In service high, and anthems clear As may, with sweetness, through mine ear Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all heaven before mine eyes.
Churches are like announcement factories that pump toxic levels of noise pollution into the atmosphere.
Art, that great undogmatized church.
Show me a church's songs and I'll show you their theology.
He wants my knees to bend to the bells. I hope there's rhythm in Hell.
Shall they return to beating of great bells
In wild train-loads?
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
May creep back, silent, to village wells,
Up half-known roads.
Towers in a modern town are a frill and a survival; they seem like the raised hands of the various churches, afraid of being overlooked, and saying to the forgetful public, Here I am! Or perhaps they are rival lightning rods, saying to the emanations of divine grace, Please strike here!
I don't see any harm in brining an instrument into the church itself.
Sister Evangelina had plenty of homespun advice to offer her patients: "Where-ere you be, let your wind go free", to which the reply was always chanted: "In Church and Chapel let it rattle".
I don't want to see another church; the smell of the places makes me sick. Stale incense, old sweat, and lies ...
In the Hills, the Cities
As you'll never hear the thing again, my boy, why not throw in a couple of brass bands?
I like the silent church before the service begins, better than any preaching.
In church, they have the music where you jump and you shout, you know, and then you have the quiet music where you're sitting, you're meditating.
The doorbells of Heaven were designed for the prayers of the poor.
benediction. Below the window, on one of the bastioned
From the shaken tower
A flock of bells take flight,
And go with the hour.
Death by nursery tale. Hell's bells.
Manny has it made in church
Ladies of the choir, I want you to sound like twenty-two women having babies without chloroform.
It is Sunday, mid-morning-Sunday in the living room, Sunday in the kitchen, Sunday in the woodshed, Sunday down the road in the village: I hear the bells, calling me to share God's grace.
Heaven suits the back to the burden.
If Christ is the head of the church and we are the body, lets be disciples who master the noise.
Musicians are the architects of heaven.
Christ beats his drum, but he does not press men; Christ is served with voluntaries.
I'm Johnny Christ, and I play the tambourine.
The church is often like a football stadium where 22 people need a rest and thousands of people need exercise.
I have quite catholic taste in music.
A choir of pink-cheeked boys lift their voices as a priest seems to pull the music from their throats with the urging of his hands.
Wristband). The gospel is not a message about what we need to do for God, but about what God has done for us. So get them with the good news about who God is and what he has done for us.
But one sound always rose above the clamor of busy life and, no matter how much of a tintinnabulation, was never confused and, fora moment lifted everything into an ordered sphere: that of the bells.
The choir always tittered and whispered all through service. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was, now. It was a great many years ago, and I can scarcely remember anything about it, but I think it was in some foreign country.
You can pray in the churchyard," the sergeant said. "The Lord has large ears.
The most important question I ever asked a priest was where are the Bingo Dobbers at?
Out, out, into the night,
The belfry bells are ours by right!
Today, we need a Church capable of walking at people's side, of doing more than simply listening to them; a Church which accompanies them on their journey ...
Even the bells from the churches have a conversation, all ringing at once.
We missed a lot of church, so the music is our confessional.
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart
Where was a boom box when you needed one?
The Christian church was born in song.
The pastor of a parish will typically have no education in the chant or in music, and he will hire the first music director who walks through the door.
Ring the bells for the blind and deaf.
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Colours in vibration, peeling like silver bells and clanging like bronze bells, proclaiming happiness, passion and love, soul, blood and death.
People say churches are half empty, they're not, they're too big
For church buildings not to be enough is to build and equip church members to send them out
Not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken.
bells. "I accept your kind invitation," Zelikman said. "My services as a physician ought just to offset my fare." The elephant gave a low moan, startling them, and a moment later they heard a faint trill, carried on the wind from off the river, and then another. "Trumpets," the nephew said.
We should think of the church as an orchestra in which the different churches play on different instruments while a Divine Conductor calls the tune.
Cathedrals are built with pennies of the faithful. A great opera house also is a spiritual center, a temple of sorts, where many gather together for recreation, education, and inspiration - a blessed trinity worthy of public support.
I feel like the Church should have the most amazing entertainment and the best music, because we know the author and the source of music and entertainment, which is our Father.
I go and it is done. The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell that summons thee to heaven or to hell.
My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
When you were building that all-important stairway to heaven, you couldn't just stand around with your hammer in your hand.
Music is the shaman of my underpants.
Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes,
The art of syren choirs;
Hush the seductive voice that floats
Across the trembling wires.
Music's ethereal power was given
Not to dissolve our clay,
But draw Promethean beams from heaven
To purge the dross away.
Jesus, could you please rapture the charismaniac lady who brings her tambourine to church?
The daemoniac rattle and wheeze of a blasphemous organ, choking and rumbling out the mockeries of hell in a cracked, sardonic bass.
Change to tinkling sheep- bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy
and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all
An instinctive taste teaches men to build their churches with spire steeples which point as with a silent finger to the sky and stars.
Running is my church.
Music religious heat inspires, It wakes the soul, and lifts it high, And wings it with sublime desires, And fits it to bespeak the Deity.
Your church is a baby-house made of blocks.
While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
Worship: Where God isn't moved by the quality of our voice but by the condition of our hearts.
churches are evil, aren't they? What with the crosses and the rituals and the singing.
As worship leaders we might use music as a tool, but music is only ever just that - a tool with which to encourage lives to be renewed and awakened to God.
So we went on what we now call "The Beck Family Church Tour" and man did we see some churches.
The priest and the altar. The priest and the altar.
Music raises in the mind of the hearer great conceptions: it strengthens and advances praise into rapture.
People never heard bells in Western music sounding really cataclysmic. You hear that more in Russian music or in Asian, Indonesian traditions.
I carry my own church about under my own hat," said I. "Bricks and mortar won't make a staircase to heaven. I believe with your Master that the human heart is the best temple.
The mark of a great church is not its seating capacity, but its sending capacity.
The temple bell stops
But the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers
How soft the music of those village bells, Falling at interval upon the ear In cadence sweet; now dying all away, Now pealing loud again, and louder still, Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on! With easy force it opens all the cells Where Memory slept.
Every Christmas should begin with the sound of bells, and when I was a child mine always did. But they were sleigh bells, not church bells, for we lived in a part of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, where there were no churches.
These are bagpipes. I understand the inventor of the bagpipes was inspired when he saw a man carrying an indignant, asthmatic pig under his arm. Unfortunately, the man-made sound never equalled the purity of the sound achieved by the pig.
Hymn sheets; we're not even the slightest bit compatible.
By the tits of Holy Agnes