Just a reminder of the post I put up a couple of years ago about How to be Single at Christmas.
Oh, and in case anyone is wondering what I’m eating for Christmas dinner, let’s just say that Lidl’s promotion of Rudolph Steaks is very welcome in Praepostorial Towers.
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.
I missed out on celebrating the anniversary of this blog on 3 August. I've no idea how many readers it has had since then. Quite a few members of the congregation read it. People who are thinking of coming to the church read it. People who are on committees with me read it. Preachers read it.…
My lousy webhost, Valuehost managed to put the databases which run my websites offline yesterday whilst supposedly carrying out an upgrade of their network. When the time comes to renew my hosting, I will have to think long and hard about whom I should be using. The trouble with Valuehost is that they are cheap.…
Following my lamentation at Lammastide (1 August) that I did not have any fresh bread in the house, I have borrowed a breadmaker from someone who is in a household where the Atkins diet holds sway.Thus, I awoke this morning to the smell of fresh bread wafting through part of the house. This loaf, the…
The pictures on the television of people being airlifted from their cars on the road north of Strathyre are dramatic. I came down that road earlier in the week in the most frightening thunderstorm. Stair-rods from heaven and thunder to shake the mountains.
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