“Church asks tourists to keep unholy racket under control.”
This headline in today’s Times caught my attention – another grumpy vicar story, I thought. A colleague in arms.
So the story unfolds: “Priests at one of England’s most visited parish churches have expressed concern over the unholy racket made by tourists who feel obliged to photograph everything they see.”
And it’s a church I know. In fact, I married one of my daughters in this eminent edifice: “The Universi
Today, 21st July, is my mother’s 100th birthday! At least it would have been had she not died in good heart and in Christ just five years ago.
Like her mother before her, a strong and principled woman. It is to me a source of huge pride that in the 1950’s she was thrown out of the Mothers' Union of St Nicholas’ Blundellsands by the vicar himself no less. She refused to have me christened!
Nevertheless the people of St John’s Waterloo made her very welcome and offered w
Some 25 years ago at this very hour, I would have been in bed in Rochdale.
However, had I been awake I would have been thinking, even praying, about my interview later that morning for the position of vicar of Christ Church Aughton to be held in the home of one of the wardens in Prescot Road. (You need to remember that insignificant detail).
This was the culmination of a process which had already taken several months out of my life. We had looked at quite a few chu
“I am a Catholic,” confessed Billy Connolly. “I have an A level in guilt.”
Catholic guilt was very much the theme of the BBC1 drama series, “Broken,” which concluded its six part run this Tuesday.
I didn’t expect much of this production, written by Jimmy McGovern, assuming it was going to be your usual Catholic-bashing exercise. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Now at this point, you may want to stop reading this blog. You have another 27 days to watch the series on