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I am a bad person. I was reading "For the Parish", the critique of the 'Fresh Expressions' movement which is the latest cause celebre in the Church Times (and may I just say it's a great relief to have one that's about theology and mission for a change) last night, and this morning in Lectio Divina I found myself writing modern-day AU Barchester fanfic.

I am going to hell.

Thus far, I have an opening sentence:

“Has ‘Fresh Expressions’ been pretty well taken up in your archdeaconry?” asked Mr Slope.

and a conclusion

“Thank you for the coffee,” said the Archdeacon, and he gave the Bishop an unenthusiastic handshake, drew on his gloves, and nodded curtly to Mr Slope. Mr Harding, whose escape was delayed by his failure to graciously avoid Mr Slope’s clammy hand, noticed absently that the Archdeacon had scarcely touched his cup.

Perhaps fortunately, I now have to go and be supervised on John's Gospel.

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Happy Thanksgiving to all those who celebrate it!