Bell: (n) a hollow object, typically made of metal, that sounds a clear musical note when struck by means of a clapper inside.
I was sitting in my car on a hot, summer’s day, becoming more frustrated with each moment of sizzling waiting. I can’t recall what was keeping me from progress, but I was totally disgusted.
All of a sudden, there were bells.
Apparently a church in the middle of town had a ritual of ringing bells at noonday from its belfry.
I was suddenly translated to a simpler mindset.
I had the feeling that I was in the middle of a Normal Rockwell painting, sucking in a bit of Americana through my nostrils and allowing my eyeballs to be transformed to see something other than my aggravation.
The bells did it.
They harkened to a better part of me which remembered, from somewhere in my youth, such clanging–to stimulate a sense of celebration or an inkling of hope.
I don’t know who came up with the idea of putting bells in a church and what committee decided to ring them to inform the community of the presence of a house of worship, but damn…it works.
There’s no doubt about it.
A religious system that is beleaguered by too much tradition and obtuse theology is actually much better represented by the chiming of the bells … than the rhetoric of its ding-dongs.