Although I am not a churchgoer, my Significant Other is. She takes the kids along. I have managed to overcome my lifelong objection to exposing young minds to religion before they are old enough to know better. I have done this on the basis that it is nice to get a long lie on a Sunday morning. I appreciate I may burn in hell for eternity for my shallow nature, but quite frankly it will be worth it for an undisturbed morning in bed with the Sunday Times and a cup of coffee.
However, I am sorry I missed church this week. My Significant Other tells me that my daughter watched keenly as the priest was performing communion. As he held up the host to be blessed, my blue eyed girl announced with some excitement to the whole congregation - "Priest gotta chocla button!!!!"
It got me thinking that the answer to falling congregations might well be to double check the translation of the bible. If the original Aramaic text actually indicates that the last supper didn't involve bread and wine, but instead a family sized box of maltesers and a can of McEwan's Export, then I suspect that attendance in the West of Scotland might increase dramatically.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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