According to a recent survey, men feel more comfortable in a ladies’ underwear shop than they do in church. Gosh, how things have changed. I remember working as a ‘Saturday girl’ in Goldbergs and occasionally doing a stint in Lingerie and most men then were like startled rabbits caught in headlights. And who can forget that episode of Father Ted when they had to employ army tactics to get safely out of said department? Fr Alex tells a wonderful story of turning a corner in Gamarelli’s in Rome and finding himself in the nun’s underwear department and nearly fainting with the shock of so much pale pink and oyster white sensible undies.
So, I wonder, is the answer to sell lingerie in church then? Set up a stall at the entrance offering rosary beads and prayer cards along with French knickers and plunging balcony bras? Is this the answer?
The other problem men appear to have is with singing hymns. 67% don’t feel comfortable singing in church. Wee lambs. What’s that all about? Hymns not butch enough? Too woosy to be singing about love and stuff? Perhaps I shouldn’t have banned all those militaristic hymns like Fight the Good Fight…
Actually, we at St Mark’s don’t do too badly for men now. It wasn’t always the case, of course, but now there are a goodly number of youngsters who’ll happily (well perhaps not) humph furniture and leap up ladders to change light bulbs. And it looks to me like they are all singing like linties. But of course the ones who won’t don’t come, right?
Perhaps Karaoke is the answer? We could use all those No Organist? No Problem! cds that we have. What a fun evening that would be.
They never mentioned any of this in Mission classes.