The disruptive church

As a small boy I once went to church with my new cowboy hat and gun and all was fine until during a prayer or a reading or something, stood up on my chair and shouted ‘bang.’ Cue frowns and a quick pull down from my embarrassed mother. Apparently it’s not good for the pastor’s son to be disruptive. Churches, at least the churches I grew up in, were known for their love of order. Sunday best, quiet in church, somber, respectful, ordered. These churches voted conservative, were conservative; honouring…

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