It being Jesus' resurrection day and professing to follow him, I went to church.
One of the churches I went to was populated mostly by people from Africa. I had not been to this church for perhaps 20 years, and then the congregation was almost entirely British, bigger and more boring.
But why would I go to church on a holiday week? My daughter put in a word of discouragement -"You don't need to go to church, Dad. You're a Pastor."
A totally deaf and dumb man was asked why he attended church. Taking his notebook he wrote,
To show which side I'm on
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