Sunday…

…passed uneventfully. Church was dull, dull and dreary in its middle-of-the-road-lets-not-upset-anyone Church of England way.

I miss being around Christians who aren’t afraid to say what they think, I miss heated discussion on tiny points of the liturgy late at night, over a bottle of wine with intelligent people.

I miss the Anglo-Catholic worship, I miss the silence and the candles, the stillness and sense of worship. I miss having one place that I can become quiet in myself…
… but the Small Person has taken to middle class, middle of the road niceness like a duck to water, so there we stay.

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