February 2009 – 10 past the hour – a conundrum

I frequently arrive late to church on a Sunday morning. This could be because I’ve become a bit sidetracked on the way (there’s plenty of potential for this, see, since it’s a thirty five minute walk – people you know, things you see, thoughts you have that really have to be written down so you have some proof of your profundity later on), but more often than not it’s actually a calculated lateness on my part, an attempt to skip Worship, or at least the bulk of it. I love a church that doesn’t frown on late arrivals.