Summary
EASTERTIME, appropriately, and a minister's daughter and I, over a bottle of wine, discuss how much we are attracted by the idea of going to church regularly. If only, that is, it weren't for the God bit.
Here we are, lifelong, hard-line rebels against the superstitious nonsense of God the father, God the son and God the holy ghost, admitting things we never dreamed we'd say. "I'd go, but I just don't believe in God, " she declares. "If we could just have good hymns and nothing else, " I say wistfully.See the full content of this document
Extract
Me Join the God Squad? Heaven Forfend
We can't overestimate what a shocking admission this is. Saying we are attracted by church - even as a symbol of community, as a force for good - invokes the most weird, almost physiological sense of confession, as if age is making something inside go a bit soggy.
Why can't we be as...See the full content of this document
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