Here’s what I said on Sunday.
I ask you. Which sounds more fun – the fleshpots of Egypt or wandering aimlessly in the desert?
It is not hard to have some sympathy with the children of Israel. Moses and Aaron have led them away from a life which was unfair though one which was mundane and familiar. And they have led them – not to the promised land – not yet anyway, but to the desert.
The wilderness. The desert. The place where there is emptiness. (more…)
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.
As is common, I received a mailing from a charity this morning asking for me to get the congregation to send money. This is not unusual – I bin many such mailings every week. This one had taken the trouble to include a stamped addressed envelope, which is thoughtful though it will make me no…
One of the committees I work with decided last night to try to experiment with electronic working alongside its traditional round-the-table kind of meetings. If it works, it should mean fewer nights out at meetings, freeing up the people involved to get on with the task in hand. Those of us who belong to groups…
Today, I will be having my first Christmas lunch. This is with other members of the University chaplaincy team and their spouses.I shall go with plenty of festive spirit and enjoy every moment. I shall. I shall.
I committed my annual musical sin last night by being rude about the music book Carols for Choirs in front of the St Saviour's Choir. I know that they don't understand this heresy.Carols for Choirs is part of the King's College, Cambridge Christmas hegemony. Choirs think that it is not Christmas unless they make an…
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