• From the dank crypt

    1962 door - 500px

    We’ve been clearing some old documents out of the dank crypt this week and one or two interesting things have emerged. Not least a couple of photographs from 1962.

    We forget now that we photograph anything and everything all the time that in previous decades a photo was relatively rare.

    This one was taken at the church door in 1962 and used in a stewardship brochure. I’ve already posted it on Facebook and there have been a few comments to the effect that it is interesting that the congregation was using a picture of an ethnicly mixed group of people in order to ask for money in 1962. The internationality of the congregation has ebbed and flowed through the years and feels very much who we are at the moment so it does seem significant that this image was used at that point in the congregation’s history.

    And then there is the dog. We do like our dogs at St Mary’s. Then and now.

    The only other thing I have to say is – “hats!”

2 responses to “Coming Out, Coming In, Coming Home”

  1. Carley Avatar

    I found this post (and your blog) via Mosaic Scotland, and reading it has made me very happy. I’ve struggled with faith and sexuality and my relationships for a long time, and a lot of people have asked me why I bother trying to reconcile who I am with a church that doesn’t accept me; what you wrote here is *exactly* why I do –
    “You ask me why I stay? I stay because some things are worth fighting for. Some things are worth changing.”
    I just wanted to thank you – this has absolutely made my day.

  2. jaye richards-hill Avatar

    Very thoughtful stuff Kelvin…beautifully written too 🙂

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