Ok passing thought. Cards on table.

I was first conscious of my calling when I was old enough to accompany my brother and to be there with all the other people, each with a purpose, each professing their faith.

As I grew to be an adult, I saw the commonality of people from all walks of life, singing together in wondrous adulation of the anointed ones. Each young lad hoping that one day, he too may be good enough to be revered by the whole of the community.

I saw the false prophets, in fact they seemed to get more air time on the telly than my particular faith, but my faith was the true faith. I attended most weeks, sometimes twice. Each time was a joy, a revelation. Sometimes, you left feeling sad, sometimes elated but the group worship was and is an important part of the religious experience.

My family before me, and my own two boys.. Yes, we go together when possible, sometimes meeting there. My granddaughter will hopefully join us one day.*

That's my faith. I love my faith, I grudgingly accept that others have Faiths of a different colour but it is part of me. Always has been, always will.




* So long as she doesn't keep asking bloody questions about the offside rule and how to apply it......