I have discovered a new use for Radio 4's Sunday morning service at 8.00 a.m. I usually get up first (of two) on a Sunday and whilst sorting out washing and unloading dishwashers which have been working their technological magic on my dirt during the night I usually think in silence. Then I make coffee, sometimes putting on a tune to pick me up.
Today, with a slight change of routine caused by having 18-23 guests to lunch today, but still more by accident than anything else (or did I psychologically wish it was another day of the week?), I put on the Radio.
I now recall why I haven't done this for the last twenty three years but now wish I had. Somewhere in the midst of worship from a small, unheard of presbyterian community came an act of worship so appallingly not me that I found it in myself to commit my soul to a Sunday here. Here is lovely, people are supportive, Sunday worship is developing and I can imagine, one day, going to an act of worship I totally engage with (no-one else would come but that's another matter). Thanks dreadful church somewhere in Ireland. You have enthused me afresh. No disrespect intended. Just don't like the way you do what you do.
I will make this part of my Sunday routine in future. Whatever the day throws at me it can't be any worse than la di da Radio 4 morning services with its singy songy ministers' voices, its choral ghastliness and overwhelming theme of, well, worthiness. Yukk.