Pottered into my old university chaplaincy on Sunday morning.
Was met with a hug from Father, and a ‘hellloooooooooo’ from Sister (who is now remembering my name most of the time). Within approximately 2 minutes of walking in I was asked to organised the offertory procession, to make sure the urn was switched on for coffee and was invited upstairs for roast lunch.
It’s like I’d never gone away. Which is great. Surely it’s what church should be isn’t it?
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'tis a good feeling isn't it. :)
I like Newman.
Tim
Exactly what Church should be. Which is why I lapsed when I moved into one of the most miserable parishes in the country. Well, okay it's one of the reasons...
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