Stayed at Janet's last night, didn't fancy a night at home, and it was Jules Memorial Service this morning. So it made sense staying over.
A nice short service, so the emotion didn't ride high. And Father Frank was frank, as always, asking me how I was coping, and then commenting that that was a stupid question as it was obvious that everything wasn't okay. And that's what I like about going to this church. Father Frank has an amazing way of being forthright and honest, and yet supportive and helpful. The type of guy who'd talk for hours, just because it takes your mind off things.
And the services aren't stuffed full of religion, something I detest, since I have a number of issues with peoples blind belief in God and his almighty ability. The Bible, after all, is a book on a life. Faith is defined as a reliance or trust in something. For me the power of the church is in bringing people together, not performing miracles and bringing back the dead. And it's when that community spirit is missed for the blind belief that some superbeing will sort it all out that I switch off.
