Sunday Reflection: If It Does You No Good, It’ll Do You No Harm
Sunday Reflection: If It Does You No Good, It’ll Do You No Harm
A plain reflection on faith, civility, doubt, funerals, and trying to do right by people
Some Sundays do not convert you. They simply steady you.
That might be enough.
In Northern Ireland, we have a saying:
“If it doesn’t do you any good, it’ll not do you any harm.”
It is not theology. It is not doctrine. It is not a grand statement carved into marble. It is just one of those plain local sayings that carries more sense than half the polished speeches in the world.
And sometimes, that is how I feel about church, chapel, faith, and Sunday itself.
Not perfect.
Not simple.
Not always comfortable.
But sometimes useful.
Sometimes grounding.
Sometimes civilising.
And in this life, that counts.
Context
I recently came across an old Enhanced Disclosure Certificate from Access Northern Ireland, issued in 2009.
It recorded my position as:
Minister of the Eucharist to the Housebound.
That stopped me for a moment.
I have apparently been some form of minister for around 20 years. How that happened is still slightly beyond me. Somewhere along the line, paperwork moved faster than my understanding of it. There’s probably a certificate somewhere doing more work than I am.
Maybe that makes me less a perfect believer and more of a Mystic Minister — half doubt, half duty, still trying to do more good than harm.
But that is the side point.
The real point is this: I have spent much of my life around churches and chapels, not only through faith, but through work.
As a funeral director and undertaker, I have stood in churches, chapels, crematoriums, graveyards, homes, and halls when people are carrying the worst day of their lives.
I have watched families sit in silence.
I have watched people make peace.
I have watched others struggle to find words.
I have watched ministers, priests, clergy, civil celebrants, and ordinary neighbours do their best to bring a bit of order to grief.
And I will say this plainly: sometimes the building matters less than the behaviour inside it.
I Am Not Gospel Greedy
I am not one of those people who pretends to have faith neatly sorted and filed alphabetically.
I question faith constantly.
I do not always go when I should.
I do not pretend otherwise.
I am not standing here polished, haloed, and ready for stained glass.
That would be a lie, and not even a well-dressed one.
But I do go.
Sometimes through work.
Sometimes through instinct.
Sometimes because there is something about stepping into a church or chapel that reminds you to lower the noise in your own head.
You sit down.
You listen.
You watch people.
You remember that life is bigger than whatever argument, debt, pressure, email, row, mistake, or crisis has been trying to own your week.
That is not weakness.
That is maintenance.
And God knows, some of us need regular servicing.
Churches and Chapels Are Not Perfect
Let us not dress this up.
Churches and chapels have made mistakes.
Serious ones.
Institutions have failed people. Religious organisations have sometimes protected reputation before truth. They have sometimes spoken of mercy while practising judgement. They have sometimes missed the person standing right in front of them.
That has to be said.
But so have we.
People make mistakes. Families make mistakes. Systems make mistakes. Professionals make mistakes. Communities make mistakes.
I have made mistakes.
You have made mistakes.
Anyone pretending otherwise is either very young, very protected, or very fond of nonsense.
Saying churches have made mistakes does not mean faith has no value.
Saying people have made mistakes does not mean people are worthless.
Mistakes are not good. Harm is not acceptable. Accountability matters. But if we throw away every place, person, or tradition that has ever failed, we will be left standing alone in a field congratulating ourselves on our purity while freezing to death.
That is not wisdom.
That is just pride with a better coat on.
Faith Is Not Always About Certainty
I think faith is often misunderstood.
Some people think faith means never doubting.
I do not believe that.
Sometimes faith is not certainty.
Sometimes faith is returning to the question without bitterness.
Sometimes faith is sitting quietly when you do not have the answer.
Sometimes faith is lighting a candle, standing at a grave, hearing a hymn, or watching a family hold themselves together with dignity when their hearts are in pieces.
Faith does not always arrive as thunder from the sky.
Sometimes it is much quieter than that.
Sometimes it is the decision to show up.
Sometimes it is the discipline of doing the right thing when nobody is giving you applause.
Sometimes it is standing beside someone when there is nothing clever left to say.
That matters.
I have been to services that were not my own denomination.
I have been to Church of England services that looked more Catholic than anything I had seen in my life. Robes, processions, order, ritual — the full works. You would nearly expect somebody to bring out a thurible and a risk assessment.
I have also been to atheist services.
And I have seen dignity there too.
That matters as well.
Because the question is not always:
“Do you belong to the correct group?”
Sometimes the better question is:
Did you do good?
Did you treat people right?
Did you avoid causing harm when you had the choice?
Did you stand beside someone when it mattered?
Sometimes that is as close to religion as many people ever get.
And sometimes, it is more honest than religion badly performed.
The Civility of Showing Up
There is something civilising about going to church or chapel, even when your faith is tired, confused, or half-dragging itself through the door.
It asks you to stop.
That alone is rare now.
We live in a world of scrolling, shouting, reacting, posting, arguing, branding, declaring, defending, attacking, and pretending we are fine while quietly running on fumes.
A Sunday service interrupts that.
Not perfectly.
Not magically.
But enough.
You sit among other people.
You hear words that were there before your crisis and will likely still be there after it.
You remember birth, death, duty, forgiveness, failure, gratitude, and neighbourliness.
You remember you are not the centre of the universe.
That is not an insult.
That is a relief.
There is peace in being reminded that you are one person among many, doing your best with the tools you have.
And sometimes that is what people need most.
Not a lecture.
Not a performance.
Not another polished speech from someone who has never had a bad week in public.
Just a quiet place to sit.
A bit of order.
A bit of music.
A few old words.
A reminder that life is still bigger than the pressure of the moment.
The Housebound Lesson
The old certificate also reminded me of something important.
It did not just say minister.
It said:
Minister of the Eucharist to the Housebound.
That word matters.
Housebound.
It means someone could not get out easily. It means age, illness, disability, frailty, isolation, or circumstance had narrowed the world around them. It means the chapel may still have mattered to them, but they could not reach it.
So someone went to them.
That is the practical heart of faith when it is done properly.
Not noise.
Not status.
Not judgement.
Not acting like you have a direct line to heaven and better parking.
Just going to someone who cannot come to you.
That principle is bigger than religion.
Good families should do that.
Good communities should do that.
Good health services should do that.
Good mental health support should do that.
Good public service should do that.
Do not wait until people collapse at the door.
Go where the need is.
That is not soft.
That is service.
And service is where belief becomes useful.
The Funeral Director’s View
Funeral service teaches you something religion sometimes forgets and modern life often avoids:
Everybody ends up equal.
Titles soften.
Money quietens.
Arguments look smaller.
The room changes.
At a funeral, what people remember is rarely how clever someone sounded.
They remember whether that person was kind.
Whether they showed up.
Whether they helped.
Whether they made life easier or harder for those around them.
That is where faith, religion, ethics, and plain decency all meet.
Not in grand speeches.
In conduct.
Did you carry the coffin properly?
Did you speak gently to the family?
Did you make sure the names were right?
Did you give dignity when nobody was watching?
Did you treat grief as sacred, even if your own beliefs were complicated?
That is where the real sermon is.
Not always from the pulpit.
Sometimes from the man quietly holding the door.
Personal Truth
I have lived enough life now to know that faith does not always come neatly.
Sometimes it comes through duty.
Sometimes through grief.
Sometimes through doubt.
Sometimes through work.
Sometimes through old paperwork that reminds you of a version of yourself who was trying to do something decent.
The certificate does not make me better than anyone.
It does not make me holy.
It does not make me certain.
It does not give me authority over another person’s conscience.
But it does remind me of something simple:
At one point, I was trusted to bring something meaningful to people who could not get to it themselves.
That is not a small thing.
And maybe that is the line that stayed with me:
Bring something good to people who cannot reach it.
That is faith in action.
That is community in action.
That is also the heart of any decent lived-experience work.
Not preaching from a height.
Going to where the person is.
The Wider Lesson
The wider lesson is simple.
We do not need more people pretending to be perfect.
We need more people trying to be useful.
We do not need more polished language hiding poor behaviour.
We need plain speech, decent conduct, and a willingness to admit where things have gone wrong.
Faith, at its best, should make people more human.
Not more superior.
Not more judgemental.
Not more interested in control.
Not more eager to point at everyone else’s faults while hiding its own.
Faith should make people kinder, steadier, more accountable, and less willing to cause harm.
And if someone has no religion but lives by those principles, I have no quarrel with them.
Do good.
Tell the truth.
Treat people properly.
Do not go out of your way to hurt others.
Help where you can.
Own your mistakes.
Do better next time.
There are worse creeds in the world.
Mindspire Position
Mindspire is not a church.
It is not therapy.
It is not diagnosis.
It is not a crisis service.
It is not a substitute for professional help.
Mindspire is a non-clinical lived-experience platform. It exists to turn lived experience into structured, honest, anonymised insight.
But the principle behind it is not far from this Sunday reflection:
Do some good. Do less harm. Speak plainly. Help people recognise pressure earlier. Give people a way to understand what happened without turning pain into performance.
That is not religion.
But it is moral work.
And in a world full of noise, moral work still matters.
In a world full of systems, slogans, campaigns, apps, awareness weeks, public statements, and institutional fog, the oldest standard still stands:
How did you treat the person in front of you?
That question does not need a committee.
It needs an answer.
The Clear Takeaway
The clear takeaway is this:
You do not need to have faith perfectly worked out to benefit from touching base with something bigger than yourself.
Go to church if it helps.
Go to chapel if it steadies you.
Sit quietly if that is all you can manage.
Speak to someone if life is getting heavy.
Do good where you can.
Treat people properly.
Try not to cause harm.
And when you get it wrong, own it, learn from it, and do better.
Faith does not always arrive as thunder from the sky.
Sometimes it arrives as a quiet Sunday, an old saying, a familiar building, a hymn you half-remember, an old certificate, or the simple decision not to make someone else’s life harder.
If you are struggling, speak to your GP, NHS 111, emergency services, a trusted person, or a local mental health support organisation. Do not sit alone with something that needs shared.
Strong Ending
I still question faith.
I probably always will.
But I have seen enough life, death, grief, kindness, silence, mistakes, forgiveness, and ordinary human decency to know this:
Trying to do good is never wasted.
And if touching base with faith does you no good, it’ll not do you any harm.
But sometimes, quietly, when nobody is making a big song and dance about it, it does more good than we admit.
That is enough for a Sunday.
That is enough for the Mystic Minister.
Michael P. Lennon Jr
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