Time for a little update on me. Because it’s all about me – as you know. We have (whisper it) changed church again. I may or may not have said that we had decided to accompany Aged Parent as she has tried to settle in a new church. She is very big on signs from God and so was very keen to attend a church which had the same name as the church she was christened in. This was all very well but the church in question had just been taken over by Holy Trinity Brompton which meant that lively and jiggy was the order of the day. I’m not too bad  with church jiggyness but Head of House isn’t that keen. As I have got older, I have been more persuaded by the position of introverts in church, who sometimes have to accept people of  a louder persuasion informing them that their natural personality is, in fact, a fault in their spiritual make up and they need to get with the beat. Anyway, on top of all that Aged Parent didn’t know any of the worship songs and she struggled to find anyone her own age. She decided she would like to back off for a bit and reconsider her options. 
We had also decided that, on balance, we probably weren’t in the right place either. I really liked the preaching and the music was very professional. There were a couple of new experiences for me. As they would play pop songs as we waited for the service to begin, I can say with complete certainty that the Sunday morning that I sat in church hearing Justin Timberlake singing “Gonna have you naked by the end of this song” was a very definite first and having someone lean over me and ask “Red or White?” at the end of the dedication service is not something I have any memory of happening before. I can’t say I was too bothered by any of this. I think it is refreshing that they are trying new things. It just didn’t seem to fit us. Even though, as you are aware, I am as hip as it is possible for a person to be – especially with my knees – I never felt that comfortable. It may be unfair to say so but I felt that numbers were very important to them and that my age group wasn’t really the target audience. I think it finished for me the morning the vicar encouraged the congregation to yell out their thanks to God and a small, middle-class and obviously uncomfortable lady in the row in front, felt she had to have a go at a loud Hallelujah and then, quite obviously prayed for the ground to swallow her up. I thought – you know – I’m too old to spend too much time trying to make my square peg fit into a round hole.
Anyway – I was having a coffee with a nice Christian chum who said – “What you need is a nice C of E where you can just sit for a while and find where you belong.” So that’s what we have been doing. We found a posh C of E. We have been going to the family service. It has been like cool water to be honest. The preaching has been excellent which was a bit of a surprise. (How patronising am I? It’s just that last time I was in an Anglican church the preach was a lady sharing a “homily” about a bird in her garden. Didn’t work for me. Sorry) The place is so beautiful. I come from a background of worshipping in pale rooms in Ambulance Halls. I thought that God didn’t really approve of anything more fancy than that. Yet the place is full of God. I have to admit, I am finding the altar rail a bit daunting but I am not sure how important that is. We shall see. It’s early days. If you are interested, I could keep you updated.
The photo at the top of the blog is my family – down from the North to visit. It all went very well. Aged Parent and her sister seemed to enjoy it – possibly a little too much – they are at an age where a little bit of wine can loosen tongues beyond what is usually advisable but all ended well. Handsome bunch ain’t we?



  1. July 29, 2017 / 10:27 pm

    Finding the right church is never easy, esp when you have to consider other family members. Hope this one becomes "home" very quickly xx

    • August 21, 2017 / 7:30 pm

      Us too. At the moment I'm struggling a bit with how Middle Class it is which is probably more my problem than theirs!

  2. July 30, 2017 / 10:45 am

    I know the feeling. Good old C of E is quite easy and undemanding, I find, though occasionally I long for a bit of fervent praise (not necessarily including naked songs). And as for 'red or white'….!!!

    • August 21, 2017 / 7:31 pm

      It's been a bit breezy here for nakedness tbh

  3. Anonymous
    August 20, 2017 / 3:40 pm

    Keep meaning to tell you how much I like your blog! Just popped back to reread this post because it had stayed with me, and I think of it and smile most Sundays ! (unlike the names of most people I bump into! Twice last week I was unable to make introductions as I couldn't remember the names of people whom I've known for years!!!!) Penny L in Dorset

    • August 21, 2017 / 7:33 pm

      Thank you so much. Very kind of you to say so. A person of my acquaintance calls every woman he greets on the church door My Love and every man Young Sir – because he has no idea about anyone's name

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