I hadn’t realised how old I’m getting until I realised how long it’s been since I had a decently silly theological conversation.<\/p>\n
I had made the offer of transferring my collection of Dr Who videos to Middle Godson’s family. Middle Godson’s father and I were at uni together. At one point the discussion of the terms of the transfer, conducted devant une des enfants but phrased to avoid arousing excitement until a conclusion was reached, lapsed into New Testament Greek. The years just fell away.<\/p>\n
MG’s vicar father has also developed the\u00a0Christingle<\/a>\u00a0concept for other festivals where the quotient of unchurched punters on pews might be higher than usual: Eastingle (chocolate eggs instead of oranges) and Harvestingle. This is an idea that could run and run. The higher forms of church could pick it up too. I propose\u00a0Annuncitingle<\/a>. Children could all clutch a\u00a0parthenogenetically<\/a>\u00a0grown fruit on which they have drawn a very surprised face. Stick a cross in it, hold it upside down and you’ve got a ♀ .<\/p>\n I wonder if the student Richard Dawkins and his friends ever lapsed deliberately into really bad science just for the fun of it?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I hadn’t realised how old I’m getting until I realised how long it’s been since I had a decently silly theological conversation. I had made the offer of transferring my collection of Dr Who videos to Middle Godson’s family. Middle … Continue reading