The congregation I feel close to now does its best to nourish a similar, unforced community atmosphere. Yet even there – perhaps because of the infamous Czech scepticism – open expressions of emotions have not become widespread.
Before my stay in LA, I would most likely have seen this as a sign of healthy relationships:
Before my stay in LA, I would most likely have seen this as a sign of healthy relationships:
"Why all this mucking about overacting one’s oh-I-am-so-happy-Jesus-saved-me-falalalala attitude? True affection should stay behind the doors of your chamber!
(I mean the one mentioned in Matthew 6:6.)
All right then, one hug per month between closest friends (of the same sex, of course) in times of great trouble could be overlooked…"
I’ve changed my mind since.
All right then, one hug per month between closest friends (of the same sex, of course) in times of great trouble could be overlooked…"
I’ve changed my mind since.
I’ve come to understand hugging as indeed one of several litmus papers to test your capability of mature, healthy relationships.
(The knowledge itself doesn’t help, of course - and I still often find myseld faking my smile on Sunday mornings when I am approached by the wee reception committee in front of the door. It’s not their fault. They are supposed to make you feel welcome and appreciated, and they do it by greeting you and shaking your hand.
I hope it works for some people; in me it keeps awakening a tendency towards coprolalia.)
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