Now it is Sunday, 24th, and we are all organised. It’s sad that X is away on a trip overseas this year, and so we are having to fall back on Y to play the organ tomorrow. Last time he got the books mixed up and played tunes from A&M for hymns from A&M Revised – which was not very helpful. Yesterday he rang up to say his wife had lost his list, and did I know the numbers we had decided on! Luckily I did.
I had to write to our vicar – he keeps getting more staff and has v. big ideas – then says we didn’t have enough to cover last year’s expenses so another $12,000 had to be got for that and would we all add another 12% to our offerings for this year – and it’s better if we have it paid into the church a/c +++ I wrote a really blistering letter to get it off my chest and then toned it down when I typed a fair copy!!
X has gone to try and talk one of the vestry into being Vicar’s warden as our present one says he can’t take over during the interim as he’s done it 3 times. It’s so sad, it’s such a lovely little church and is kept beautifully by the faithful few – but the accent is on the few.
Isn’t this cloning a possible horror – the pathetic picture shown of 2 little monkeys looking utterly miserable clinging to each other and another of some brain op with a chicken barking or some such – I feel God will step in any minute the mess we’re making of the world.
The Mysteries of the Gods – have you seen it? Not much that wasn’t in the first film but better presented I thought. X and Y were stuffy about it as they said he misquoted the Bible etc. She and I went to see it [Mothering Sunday.] She’d got 3 posies at church, but X had got Y’s somehow, so Y had burst into tears and X had given him them both and they’d fallen to bits which set up a new howl, I’m glad I wasn’t there!!! I was just bemoaning the fact I hadn’t any of my ‘little ones’ with me at church when the little boy with the woman next to me, brought me one, which was nice. I know I used to find it a very emotional occasion when I had you all bring them to me.
We enquired at the fire station who told us where to find the Anglican church and were lucky enough to find the service just starting. It was an enormous barn of an A-frame building, with a colossal echo. Quite a lot of people, but X felt that they had forgotten to ask God to come. I think they have no vicar at present, and they had a girl giving the sermon; and the priest who eventually took over the service walked out in the last hymn saying ‘Bye Bye’ very informally – presumably he had another service he was late for somewhere else, but it could have been done better.
We had a slightly more exhausting family service that morning than usual, owing to a ringleader for the opposition aged about 18 months, recently arrived, with a high-pitched scream that she let off every now and then which was reminiscent of the Flying Scotsman in the old days of steam. The rest of the opposition found her very encouraging.
We now have 3 out of 10 under 35 on the committee which is a nice change (though some of their ideas shake my conservative soul to the core as for instance when one of the two young clergy maintained that he could see good Christian reasons for people living together out of wedlock – though he never actually said what they were.)
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