I’m currently on holiday and so spending quite a lot of time going in and out of churches. (What else do you think I would do on holiday?)
In one of the many churches I’ve visited, I caught sight of this.
Thoughts?
I’m currently on holiday and so spending quite a lot of time going in and out of churches. (What else do you think I would do on holiday?)
In one of the many churches I’ve visited, I caught sight of this.
Thoughts?
Personally, I’ve never had a problem with churches – my last church knew my son as a person and if anybody did have reservations they were not going to voice them about one of their own to one of their own – most members of the congregation were totally OK as one would expect.
What I have occasionally had problems with: the occasional Christian saying something which made me yearn for a pick axe, like ‘but one day we will cure homosexuals’ (over my dead body do you cure my son of being himself. Take this literally for the good of your own health.)
‘Most of this congregation are wholly accepting of gay Christians. Of course I can see it is more difficult if it is your own child’. (Only different in so far as it is better, sonny)
It should not be an issue. Except perhaps outside the church. I clean for a lovely elderly couple. Mrs is eagerly awaiting further news of my outfit for son’s civil union in the summer – she lives in terror of Mr saying something crashingly tactless. I wish I could say something to reassure her that I know Mr is just about as tactful as I am, and he is forgiven beforehand. No offence meant and none taken as ’twere.
To Glasgow on Saturday for a performance at the Theatre Royal of the Rivals by Sheridan. Oh dear, not even Stephanie Coles as Mrs Malaprop could save this production. She tried though bless her. What a lot of shouting from some of her fellow actors. How long too. Longer than many members of the audience…
I have become accustomed to seeing in the bookshops great quantities of what have become called “Self-Help Books”. I may even have one or two on my bookshelves – many people do. You know the kind of thing – The Road Less Travelled, Feel the Fear and Do It Anyway, Women who Run with the…
Just back from seeing Mr Shaw’s, You Never Can Tell at the King’s Theatre in Edinburgh. A comedy of manners intertwined with a gentle battle of the sexes never does anyone any harm. Ms Diana Quick presented a most elegantly emancipated dragon; Mr Edward Fox an all-seeing Butler. If anything about the play surprises is…
Having missed going to see anything at all during the Edinburgh Festival and not having been to the theatre for months, I have decided to declare the coming week BirthdayFest in honour of my 39th birthday which falls tomorrow. So, off to Edinburgh for a bit of Shaw. Review later.
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