C of E - what is the point?
As we prepare for our Harvest Festival Services, we see that what's left of the English Church is indistinguishable from a lunatic asylum. Everywhere you peer inside this once refined and educated, lovely and lovable national institution, there is only a mania for self-destruction. How else can you account for church services that compete with pantomime for dramatized idiocy?
The institution that served generations has been hijacked - the last sermon I heard was an embarrassing mixture of unedited ramblings which hinted that Heaven might be a bit like the film Ghost, or something, and that not being sure is really sort of like OK...
There are still hints of the proper church about, but they are fading rapidly, but I increasingly feel like a stranger when I venture into Church.