What a Morning! Part 2


fontThe service was a family one, focusing on a baby’s baptism. Mum and I hated it (not the baptism – that was sweet). The church is so traditional. Stunning to look at but the service was almost, it seemed to us, meaningless! Just people saying words printed on a sheet. There was no ‘message’ as such. The vicar is a very nice man – terribly jolly – but no, the service felt empty. When I think of the passion and thought that goes into our sermons at My Church.

Thankfully, it made me realise how much I love my church, despite the fundamentalism. There is substance and learning and vibrancy and the love of and love from people there. No C of E for me today, thanks!