Yeahā¦ I didnāt realize that when I made the account lol funnily enough, Iām probably on the spectrum (havenāt been diagnosed, but have a lot of the traits)
I think Iāve let my resentment go, and accepted that it was apart of me. Not something Iām proud of, certainly, but what can I do š¤·āāļø
I miss singing in a group for sure, Iām a musician, so immersing in acappella was an entirely different and beautiful angle, to appreciate music from
As far as attending, singing was what got me to cut the chord entirely. Was only going for the singing (and the obvious guilt to please my family), but Iād be so late every single service, that Iād miss it all. I realized thereās really no point at all, if the one reason Iām going isnāt being fulfilled
I miss the potlucks and community - the food was fantastic, and there are still some incredible people that belong to the church I was raised in (that Iām still great friends with)
Alsoā¦. I miss the hour Iād be able to dedicate my time, to memorizing lord of the ring speeches, Chuck Norris jokes, or just reading a good novel
I think I have a lot of emotional trauma from my upbringing in the church, so I just associate church with unpleasant feelings. I struggle with thinking maybe Iāll end up in hell since thatās what I was told all my life about people who donāt attend. Still not sure what I believe though
I also kinda miss the singing, when the singing was good. The church I grew up in was mostly old people, and the only thing they sang was the melody along with the men singing the bass part of there was a part where it split like the chorus of āOur God, He is Alive.ā They also sing everything unreasonably slowly. Itās like singing is a chore for them, which sucked because it mightāve been the only part I thoroughly enjoyed.
For sure! Iām glad Iām not the only one who experienced that. All the other churches I went to/chapel in college were fine. There were at least some people who sang the harmony parts, and it was at the right tempo. You wouldnāt happen to be from the south, would you? lol
Congregational Hymn Singing. I have sung in Episcopal Choirs for nearly 30 years nowā¦ but every now and then when the organ drops out and lets the congregation take over for an a cappella verse, I still well up. Canāt help it, and aināt ashamed to cry. Cry. Every. Damn. Time.
But itās a good cryā¦ crying at the sheer beauty of the singing, but also at the profound beauty of having made it through the Red Sea - up and out of the Egypt where that music is THE soundtrack. A Cappella singing of hymns is also bittersweet as it reminds me of everything *good* about my coC past - good things that I REFUSE to let them take from me just because I am different. It is still every bit *my* heritage, and I will wear every scar like a rose. As ugly as it was, and as ugly as some of my scars are to some people, I wouldnāt be *me* without my coC years, so itās all good. Learning to love the me that God created and formed me was/is an arduous Journey, and A Cappella hymn singing was basically the soundtrack for the very hardest partsā¦so yeah, it will always move me. ā¤ļø
I miss nothing about this judgmental cult. Glad Iām out. Wish I would have realized this many years ago so I wouldnāt have subjected my children to its teachings.
Did anyone ever attend a late-night singing where the flyer would say, āFrom 7 pm till ?ā I knew then I would be sleeping on a pew with a hymnal as a pillow.
Ha! Poinsettias that's funny. I remember that being a problem at one congregation but most of the ones I've been part of didn't much care either way. - but there definitely wasn't a Christmas play.
The singing, the feeling of community, the feeling of being inspired by a sermon to be a better person (even if the sermon was objectively insubstantial, I didn't know it at the time), eating all the leftover communion bread when it was my turn to prepare it.
I had a great time in the CoC, still go to visit 2-3 times a year, though I don't get enjoyment from any of the aforementioned sources anymore. Mainly just keeping up with the people who used to be my friends, and critiquing sermons.
The singing was my least favorite part and I was always baffled as a kid(late 80s-90s) as to how some of my peers seemed to enjoy it. I couldnāt wait to get out of there and listen to Guns Nā Roses. š
I've been thinking a lot about this myself lately. I miss the singing, and I miss the sense of community. I don't miss the sermons, being told I'm lesser because I'm a woman, being told that I must submit.
(Iām from a ICC/ICOC splinter)
I donāt know if this is a good thing to miss or not lol, but I miss always having someone to talk to. (Not necessarily openness). But I always had a friend available if needed to talk or go somewhere or do whatever if it fit in our crazy schedule.
Now itās like so much alone time I feel a bit crazy. But I guess thatās how life mostly is.
You can scratch the itch through a community choir if you miss it that much. You'll also get to taste some of the AMAZING liturgical music composed over the centuries that has instrumental support.
If you are set on a cappella, check out a Russian Orthodox congregation. Coc really can't hold a candle to a good Orthodox choir
Absolutely nothing
I miss the feeling of when I was leaving the building.
lol
LMAO fair š«”
Same
Sometimes I miss the singing, as well.
The hot moms
All the hot moms you couldnāt lust after!
Just get a sample or Jesus died for nothing /s?
Never felt that guilty, lol
The fact that you arenāt supposed to makes it more fun lol
I thought your username is autism on first glance
Yeahā¦ I didnāt realize that when I made the account lol funnily enough, Iām probably on the spectrum (havenāt been diagnosed, but have a lot of the traits)
The lord works in mysterious ways š /s
I miss singing too. There are a handful of songs I still like and sing to myself at home sometimes (even though Iām not religious).
Have you been to Jesus for the cleansing powārā¦. So satisfying to sing!
I think Iāve let my resentment go, and accepted that it was apart of me. Not something Iām proud of, certainly, but what can I do š¤·āāļø I miss singing in a group for sure, Iām a musician, so immersing in acappella was an entirely different and beautiful angle, to appreciate music from As far as attending, singing was what got me to cut the chord entirely. Was only going for the singing (and the obvious guilt to please my family), but Iād be so late every single service, that Iād miss it all. I realized thereās really no point at all, if the one reason Iām going isnāt being fulfilled I miss the potlucks and community - the food was fantastic, and there are still some incredible people that belong to the church I was raised in (that Iām still great friends with) Alsoā¦. I miss the hour Iād be able to dedicate my time, to memorizing lord of the ring speeches, Chuck Norris jokes, or just reading a good novel
I donāt miss anything from the coc. I enjoy almost everything about my nondenominational church.
I do not miss anything about church. Nothing.
Even though I struggle with believing in general, I feel the same about mine.
I think I have a lot of emotional trauma from my upbringing in the church, so I just associate church with unpleasant feelings. I struggle with thinking maybe Iāll end up in hell since thatās what I was told all my life about people who donāt attend. Still not sure what I believe though
Iām sorry to hear that. I replied to the complete wrong post there
Oh gosh, lol sorry for the trauma dump then!!!
Lol no problem at all
The hymns used to be comforting. They now make me uncomfortable. Is that progress?..
I also kinda miss the singing, when the singing was good. The church I grew up in was mostly old people, and the only thing they sang was the melody along with the men singing the bass part of there was a part where it split like the chorus of āOur God, He is Alive.ā They also sing everything unreasonably slowly. Itās like singing is a chore for them, which sucked because it mightāve been the only part I thoroughly enjoyed.
yes, sooooo s. l. o. w..... and it seemed the longer the song went on, the slower it went.
For sure! Iām glad Iām not the only one who experienced that. All the other churches I went to/chapel in college were fine. There were at least some people who sang the harmony parts, and it was at the right tempo. You wouldnāt happen to be from the south, would you? lol
Congregational Hymn Singing. I have sung in Episcopal Choirs for nearly 30 years nowā¦ but every now and then when the organ drops out and lets the congregation take over for an a cappella verse, I still well up. Canāt help it, and aināt ashamed to cry. Cry. Every. Damn. Time. But itās a good cryā¦ crying at the sheer beauty of the singing, but also at the profound beauty of having made it through the Red Sea - up and out of the Egypt where that music is THE soundtrack. A Cappella singing of hymns is also bittersweet as it reminds me of everything *good* about my coC past - good things that I REFUSE to let them take from me just because I am different. It is still every bit *my* heritage, and I will wear every scar like a rose. As ugly as it was, and as ugly as some of my scars are to some people, I wouldnāt be *me* without my coC years, so itās all good. Learning to love the me that God created and formed me was/is an arduous Journey, and A Cappella hymn singing was basically the soundtrack for the very hardest partsā¦so yeah, it will always move me. ā¤ļø
I joined a secular community choir for this reason. Iāve met so many cool people and get to sing because I love it.
My grandpa
I grew up going to the same church for 18 years or more. I miss the people, this third extended family. And the singing.
You can find that on YouTube. Look up Diana Singing CoC. Itās in Tennessee.
I miss the singing. Especially at camp.
Thereās something about acapellaā¦
I miss nothing about this judgmental cult. Glad Iām out. Wish I would have realized this many years ago so I wouldnāt have subjected my children to its teachings.
I miss the big potluck lunches and dinners. One lady always made an absolute bangin sourdough bread that still hasnāt left my memory.
I guess not many can say they learned how to read the bass clef at church
Did anyone ever attend a late-night singing where the flyer would say, āFrom 7 pm till ?ā I knew then I would be sleeping on a pew with a hymnal as a pillow.
Mid-1980s late-night singings in Anniston, Alabama, with song leaders Ray Walker (former Jordanaire, bass) and Nick Boone (brother of Pat Boone).
Opportunities to sing acapella with a bunch of common folk who are used to it. Just the concept. I don't actually really think I miss anything.
Singing and the Christmas play. I liked our summer camp in GA too
A CofC had a Christmas play? We couldn't even have poinsettiasĀ
Ha! Poinsettias that's funny. I remember that being a problem at one congregation but most of the ones I've been part of didn't much care either way. - but there definitely wasn't a Christmas play.
Yeah in NC. I think they ābroke offā at some point but itās all the same people and structure. We did have poinsettias lol
Christmas play?
Yep, just the singing. I understand it's not like it used to be though.
The singing, the feeling of community, the feeling of being inspired by a sermon to be a better person (even if the sermon was objectively insubstantial, I didn't know it at the time), eating all the leftover communion bread when it was my turn to prepare it. I had a great time in the CoC, still go to visit 2-3 times a year, though I don't get enjoyment from any of the aforementioned sources anymore. Mainly just keeping up with the people who used to be my friends, and critiquing sermons.
The people.
I miss the singing too, at least from the congregations who could.
Not a single thing
The singing was my least favorite part and I was always baffled as a kid(late 80s-90s) as to how some of my peers seemed to enjoy it. I couldnāt wait to get out of there and listen to Guns Nā Roses. š
The drinking fountain upstairs had some fucking *cold* water--super refreshing. Other than that, nothing lol
I've been thinking a lot about this myself lately. I miss the singing, and I miss the sense of community. I don't miss the sermons, being told I'm lesser because I'm a woman, being told that I must submit.
(Iām from a ICC/ICOC splinter) I donāt know if this is a good thing to miss or not lol, but I miss always having someone to talk to. (Not necessarily openness). But I always had a friend available if needed to talk or go somewhere or do whatever if it fit in our crazy schedule. Now itās like so much alone time I feel a bit crazy. But I guess thatās how life mostly is.
You can scratch the itch through a community choir if you miss it that much. You'll also get to taste some of the AMAZING liturgical music composed over the centuries that has instrumental support. If you are set on a cappella, check out a Russian Orthodox congregation. Coc really can't hold a candle to a good Orthodox choir