Last week the lights in the manse living room went 'phutt' fairly spectacularly, blowing all the bulbs at once. On Thursday a nice man installed a new switch in the livining room - the lights that had been dim and flickery for four years (to my knowledge) suddenly beamed brightly. This morning he returned to replace the defunct striplight in the kitchen - the state of the wiring was scary but we made a good team and now, after two hours I have a shiny new light that works - so well I can now see to wash up, rats.
The minister who lived in darkness has seen great light, on she who dwelled in the land of darkness light has dawned... with apologies to Isaiah of course. I think what struck me was that you don't recognise dinginess or darkness until it's displaced by light; that and you don't appreciate even flawed light until it fails. Wonder what that might say about faith or mission...?
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So how many light bulbs does it take to change a Baptist?
As it is written...
Baptists are notoriously hard to change. If all of them were switched on, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the lightbulbs that would be required.
At least that's how I recall it...
Baptist? CHANGE??????
It would have to go to a special committee of life-deacons first.
oh no, not the life deacons! I now have a mental image of an array of light bulbs quviering in fear before said panel of worthy Bappies!