Liturgy's Allure

In the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy the truth about laboratory mice is made plain. What the book's hero, Ford Prefect, discovers (during the adventures that follow the unsettling news that the Earth is to be razed to make way for an interstellar highway) is that the world's laboratory mice have been conducting an experiment on humans all these years.

We were the folks in the lab coats holding the clipboards. But the mice were in control, researching how humans might respond if they were to run around in little mazes, and ring bells. (Below is the cartoon in the New Yorker's most recent caption contest. Submit your entry if you find such contests alluring.)

Michael Pollan took this notion a step further in complete seriousness when he suggested that apple trees and tulips and marijuana plants and potatoes all get us to do the work necessary for their survival. They entice us into being their slaves through our desires for sweetness and beauty and intoxication and (the potato isn't so obvious) control (see his Botany of Desire).

We're not used to thinking about being allured into doing what we do and being who we are. And ever since Eden we've been conditioned to be suspect of and resist the alluring fruit or woman or handmade Waterford bicycle fitted with Campagnolo Record components throughout.

But it seems to me that we're always responding either to duty or allure. Both duty and allure prod us or lift us out of complacency.

I think my own movement into a liturgical tradition had something to do with an attempt to right a religious worldview tipped heavily towards duty. Worshiping among robes and chalices and soprano descants was powerfully alluring to me. And more importantly, I felt allured but not manipulated.

Kneeling, bowing, standing, making the sign of the cross, all of these movements and gestures were drawing me into something happening among that little crowd of peculiar Christians at Grace Episcopal Church on Mt. Olive Street in Siloam Springs.

Now Episcopalians can be a fairly heady group--sometimes pretentiously so, I'd say. To our credit, I think, a broad swath of belief and opinion is tolerated and voiced. What we don't tolerate so well are folks who don't think toleration is the chief virtue. This is to our detriment, I think. But that's a topic for another blog.

More than the Episcopal church's supposed "open mindedness", it's the allure of liturgy that drew me in, even if I was looking for a place where my opinions were more tolerable as well.

While traditional liturgy can look mighty contrived and controlled with all those read prayers and rubrics telling everyone when to kneel, stand, or sit, at its heart liturgy is a letting go. How often do you let yourself say what you're told to say (verbatim) and assume a posture you're told to assume?

For some, joining the liturgy may be a matter of duty. The prayer book says do a cartwheel, so I will do a cartwheel. Or, most people do cartwheels at this point in the service. So I'll do jumping jacks.

But for most, I think, it is the liturgy's allure that we respond to if we respond at all. We let go of our own prerogatives for an hour, and let ourselves be drawn into something larger than ourselves.

I still find myself surprisingly moved by the sounds of the great organ at Christ Church ringing through the nave. Or by the voices of 150 people as they stand and say, "We believe in one God..." Or by the bodies of those same people as their heads bow as a flip-flopped acolyte carries a cross past their pews. For reasons I can't adequately explain, I find it all terribly alluring.

But to be alive is to be allured, isn't it? To be alive is not to be completely in control. Whether we're subjects of a grand rodentine experiment or being seduced by tulips, or apples, or potatoes (I'll leave cannabis alone, or leave it for the comments to follow), or whether we're being drawn into the drama of the liturgy, we let ourselves go a little because we sense that it's desire that draws us through life. And maybe it's desire more than duty that sends our lives towards God.

We're always responding to something's allure. Maybe living well is about deciding how and when and before which allure to let go.