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ASBO Jesus offers this image of church:

So what do you reckon?

Is church a demanding whirl of endless activities from which there is no escape?

Is it something where we can stand and watch others beign whirled round endlessly while we choose to opt out of getting involved?

Do we get spun round so hard we fly off and land up splatted on the ground?

Is church all the fun of the fair?

Is it all of the above?

How do we find the balance?

Just for information...

If you know where I now minister, you can access recordings of our services online via our website.

Not much posting this week - I have a few meetings and then, next week, will be at Baptist Assembly (Scotland) and am looking forward to discovering this expression of Baptistness.

Regular readers of this blog know that my maternal grandmother was Jewish (which means that I am racially Jewish, just) and may know that my grandparents moved to Glasgow at the start of World War 2 to be further from Hitler's reach because even though she had 'married out' her entire family would have been on his hit-list for extermination.  My grandparents, via a convoluted route no doubt, spent most of their lives as active Christian Scientists (often defined as the classic misnomer being neither orthodoxly Christian nor scientific; but who am I to judge?) and were for many years caretakers at their local church in Glasgow.  Yesterday I tracked it down, only to discover that it is now a Hindu centre and their former caretaker's flat a suite of offices.  It all seemed quite curious and somehow quite fitting given their own history.

So if you ever wondered why I am quite the heretic I am, maybe it is simply in my genes...?!