All I Ask Of Food Is That

It Was A Strange Feeling Going Into A Church I Did Not Know For A Service That I Did Not Really Believe In, But Once Inside I Couldn't Help A Feeling Of Warmth And Security. Outside There Were Wars And Road Accidents And Murders, Striptease Clubs And Battered Babies And Frayed Tempers And Unhappy Marriages And People Contemplating Suicide And Bad Jokes, But Once In St. Martin's There Was Peace. Surely People Go To Church Not To Involve Themselves In The World's Problems But To Escape From Them.

When In Doubt, Resort To Animation.

If Atheists Are Deaf To The Word Of God, Then Theists Are Blind To The Ways Of Man.

I Can Be Me, And People Seem Quite Happy With That.

In The Absence Of Fear There Is Little Faith.