Well, it is great to see someone striking a blow for the ‘marginalised.’ While we are at it, my wife is pretty marginalised too. As an excellent baker of cakes, she has been shunted to the very periphery of church life. Indeed, the whole of church history can be told as the story of how cake-bakers have been excluded and kept permanently on the margins: just to add insult to injury, her cakes are only ever consumed in the church lobby, after the close of the service — the symbolic exclusion, both spatial and liturgical, could not be more brutally oppressive if the thing had been managed by a politburo chief from North Korea.
Read it all. Snigger a little. What with all that’s marching into the church I am beginning to feel that, as a pastor, I am fully entitled to grieve publicly over my marginalisation in preference of the artist, the cake-baker, and the marathon-runner. I shall start my public rant soon.