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Date: 27 May 2004 21:43:14
You can tell our church members have an average age of 87 when you realise that there were absolutely no titters when the anthem was announced: 'God is gone up - Crotch'. Well, no audible titters, anyway.
And this was at both services, Morning Eucharist and Evensong.
Our morning celebrant and preacher was the Bishop of South West Tanganyika - I didn't think anyone called it that anymore. When my brother worked out there a few years ago it was definitely Tanzania. The other name still has a whiff of Livingstone and Stanley about it.
I usually go to sleep during missionary and other sermons-out-of-Africa talks. But this one was worth listening to, especially as the Bishop managed to combine the Ascension with what Africans most fear(witch doctors) with what we most fear (loss of wealth, status, and with death). No mean feat.
Not usually one to miss out on a parish beanfeast, I unfortunately couldn't stay today, as we had to dash up to Exeter for son no. 2's music audition. But never mind, next week there's a parish cooked breakfast with sizzling eggs and bacon. Worth getting up early for......