LadyOnArooftop
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I see the migrant who converted to Christianity to help his asylum application received an Islamic burial, giving credence to the claim that he went to church for the wrong reasons. People attend church for many reasons, sometimes its for the wrong reason, I know I did...
In the town where I lived there were two schools. A C/E High School, with it's fabulous academic record and smart uniforms. And the local Comprehensive that was so bad the locals called it The Bronx. When my child was in year 5 of primary school. My thoughts turned to what senior school would be the next step. Obviously, the C/E High school was going to be my preferred choice. But there was a major snag, the application form had to be signed by a vicar. So I started going to church. Got involved with all the activities, I even drove the mini-bus to bring the pensioners to the service. My valiant efforts were successful. I got the form signed.
Then came the long wait.... Eventually the letter arrived. To this day I can recall opening it with trepidation... and reading that my child had got a place at the school. I was euphoric. The feeling of excitement and sheer joy. It was better than sex! When my child started at the school I stopped going to church. (another item to add to my 'things i'm not proud of' list)
But one thing sticks in my mind. One day the vicar said to me that he KNEW people were coming to his church for the wrong reasons, but it was his job to get these people to come for the right reason...
If you ever went to church for the wrong reason feel free to share....
In the town where I lived there were two schools. A C/E High School, with it's fabulous academic record and smart uniforms. And the local Comprehensive that was so bad the locals called it The Bronx. When my child was in year 5 of primary school. My thoughts turned to what senior school would be the next step. Obviously, the C/E High school was going to be my preferred choice. But there was a major snag, the application form had to be signed by a vicar. So I started going to church. Got involved with all the activities, I even drove the mini-bus to bring the pensioners to the service. My valiant efforts were successful. I got the form signed.
Then came the long wait.... Eventually the letter arrived. To this day I can recall opening it with trepidation... and reading that my child had got a place at the school. I was euphoric. The feeling of excitement and sheer joy. It was better than sex! When my child started at the school I stopped going to church. (another item to add to my 'things i'm not proud of' list)

But one thing sticks in my mind. One day the vicar said to me that he KNEW people were coming to his church for the wrong reasons, but it was his job to get these people to come for the right reason...
If you ever went to church for the wrong reason feel free to share....