Originally Posted by
Joy_Division
Growing up in my family nobody I knew went to church on Sundays and I remember my mom telling me I could not go to Sunday school with my mates who had to go because she thought the bloke who ran it was creepy. I think the term ***** would be used now. But as I got to adulthood and experienced marriage, kids, divorce, redundancy, grief and loss etc I started to attend church and I found a gentle solace there and over time I had what is called an epiphany. I was confirmed and now, Covid permitting I attend church every Sunday at 8 o'clock. I would be a liar if some Sundays, in the winter I feel tempted to turn over and go back to sleep, but I don't and I feel great when I am on my way to service. There is no singing, or music, its just a spoken service and I really come away feeling great. That is until I remember Albion happen to be playing later that day and that ruins all the good work church has done for me.