Father’s Day Was Naff
The kids hardly saw me on Father’s Day. 9 am said communion at one church, straight on to 10:30 am at a second, back to the first for 12 noon to approve a document, 4 pm had to obey a three-line whip to be at a service to mark the closure of another church, 6:30 pm take a service at yet another church. Every time I went out my daughter said, “Daddy come back”. I notice since then I’ve stopped saying, “I’m going to church,” because I don’t want her to think that church is what takes Daddy away from her. I’ve been saying, “I’m going to see some people and try to help them.” But the fact is, that on days like Father’s Day, the church does take me away from my children. Some of you will remember that old Daily Mail headline where they attacked the Moonies: ‘The church that splits up families’. The Moonies sued, and lost. But maybe the headline could be applied to mainstream Christianity sometimes?