The world seems to be losing religion. Churches seem less busy, at least when it comes to attendance. That’s my limited Canadian observation. Some researchers observe the same trend typically attributing low attendance to slow recovery post pandemic. My observation also suggests the pews that are full seem to be occupied by older people. The average age in masses today seems to be declining although some research suggests otherwise. I have done rough math a few times and guesstimated a mean age of over 65 years more often than not. That doesn’t seem sustainable.
Last week we celebrated Jesus’ birthday which would arguably lead to more people, like me, thinking about religion related topics. One question I asked myself (and some partying friends) is “why do you go to church?” I found my answer was strongly related to respect for my long deceased parents as the primary reason. While I have faith sometimes I feel more obliged to attend a service than motivated in spiritual ways. I often think of my parents and deceased love ones when at church and, truth told, my mind wanders a lot even when the most compelling pastor is preaching.
My grandson accompanied my wife and I at mass this past weekend. He was precious as always and he actually seemed to enjoy the service. Sometimes just being calm for an hour can be a good thing for children of all ages. Its possible that he might one day attend church regularly although hockey seems to be in the way of that at least for now. Ice time is scarcer than church time. There may be a marketing opportunity in that reality especially for religions and churches.
My mom taught religious education at my high school. She was considered a cool teacher because she taught the origins and the definition of ‘F.U.C.K.’ in her classes since the word has a religious etymology. In the 70’s if you could say that word in your high school classroom it was cool. She got a lot of great feedback from students for more than just being cool. She made a difference in their lives. She loved to teach, she loved her students, and they knew it. My Dad was also greatly appreciated by many of my high school friends not just for being a kind and gentle person but for going out of his way to help them, typically by driving them wherever and whenever needed.

I find myself thinking about my family a lot these days, especially the ones who have died which regrettably for me is the majority. I guess that comes with age. Family thoughts lead me to thoughts about religion or so it seems. No matter what you believe, I believe we’re all God’s children.





