Religion scares me. The never knowing when you
break some invisible rule, and unleash
unimaginable consequences. I just can’t deal with it. Fortunately, I live in a country where religion is not rubbed in your face, it is a private matter (as it should be), and you are not expected to live by the rules of others. That to me is freedom.
We don’t use our churches as we used to, so quite a few of them have been closed and sold off for other interesting purposes (this deserves a separate post). The remaining churches have to adjust and embrace the modern living.
Gays are now able to be married in church (the priest do have the right to opt out, and step aside for a more understanding colleague), and churches are used for concerts and other community gathering events.
My neighborhood has the best churches. Not good enough to pull me in, but they do come pretty close. By Brorson’s Church in
Rantzausgade, I had to make a stop for this arrangement: Church benches cut out and mounted on the street fence.
An invitation to sit down and have a conversation with a stranger. As in that friend you still haven’t met.
Church is trying to lure me in..
By Saint Stefans Church (Stefanskirken) on Nørrebrogade they recently had a banner advertising a Dylan sermon, to celebrate his birthday. On Constitution Day this was replaced by a reminder to love your voting rights.
And now my first book cover photo.
As it happens I am all for coexisting. Let’s just all get along, shall we?
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