The Life and Times of Bruce Gerencser

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  • Songs of Sacrilege: No Plan by Hozier

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    This is the latest installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is No Plan by Hozier.

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    Lyrics

    For starts
    What a waste to say the heart could feel apart
    Or feel complete, baby
    Why would you make out of words
    A cage for your own bird?
    When it sings so sweet
    The screaming, heaving, fuckery of the world?
    Why would you offer a name
    To the same old tired pain?
    When all things come from nothin’
    And honey, if nothin’s gained?

    My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
    That’s how I know now that you understand

    There’s no plan
    There’s no race to be run
    The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
    There’s no plan
    There’s no kingdom to come
    I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
    Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
    Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin’ late
    There’s no plan
    There’s no hand on the rein
    As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

    Let it hurl, let the awful song be heard
    Blue bird, I know your beat, baby
    But your secret is safe with me
    ‘Cause if secrets were like seeds
    Keep my body from the fire
    Hire a gardener for my grave
    Your secret is safe with me
    And if secrets were like seeds
    When I’m lying under marble
    Marvel at flowers you’ll have made

    My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
    That’s how I know now that you understand

    There’s no plan
    There’s no race to be run
    The harder the pain, honey, the sweeter the song
    There’s no plan
    There’s no kingdom to come
    I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
    Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
    Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin’ late
    There’s no plan
    There’s no hand on the rein
    As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

    My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand
    That’s how I know now that you understand
    How big the hourglass, how deep the sand
    I shouldn’t have hoped to know, but here I stand

    There’s no plan
    There’s no race to be run
    The harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun
    There’s no plan
    There’s no kingdom to come
    I’ll be your man if you got love to get done
    Sit in and watch the sunlight fade
    Honey, enjoy, it’s gettin’ late
    There’s no plan
    There’s no hand on the rein
    As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

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  • Songs of Sacrilege: Take Me to Church by Hozier

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    This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Take Me to Church by Hozier.

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    Lyrics

    My lover’s got humor
    She’s the giggle at a funeral
    Knows everybody’s disapproval
    I should have worshiped her sooner

    If the heavens ever did speak
    She’s the last true mouthpiece
    Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
    A fresh poison each week

    ‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it

    My Church offers no absolutes.
    She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.’
    The only heaven I’ll be sent to
    Is when I’m alone with you

    I was born sick,
    But I love it
    Command me to be well
    Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    If I’m a pagan of the good times
    My lover’s the sunlight
    To keep the Goddess on my side
    She demands a sacrifice

    Drain the whole sea
    Get something shiny
    Something meaty for the main course
    That’s a fine looking high horse
    What you got in the stable?
    We’ve a lot of starving faithful

    That looks tasty
    That looks plenty
    This is hungry work

    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me my deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    No Masters or Kings
    When the Ritual begins
    There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

    In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
    Only then I am Human
    Only then I am Clean
    Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    Take me to church
    I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
    I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
    Offer me that deathless death
    Good God, let me give you my life

    Hozier explains what the song is about:

    ‘Take Me to Church’ is essentially about sex, but it’s a tongue-in-cheek attack at organizations that would… undermine humanity by successfully teaching shame about sexual orientation — that it is sinful, or that it offends God… But it’s not an attack on faith… it’s an assertion of self, reclaiming humanity back for something that is the most natural and worthwhile.

    Bruce Gerencser, 69, lives in rural Northwest Ohio with his wife of 48 years. He and his wife have six grown children and thirteen grandchildren. Bruce pastored Evangelical churches for twenty-five years in Ohio, Texas, and Michigan. Bruce left the ministry in 2005, and in 2008 he left Christianity. Bruce is now a humanist and an atheist.

    Your comments are welcome and appreciated. All first-time comments are moderated. Please read the commenting rules before commenting.

    You can email Bruce via the Contact Form.