I had to go to a church sermon today to help my friend who is training as a Wesleyan preacher (no, nothing to do with Star Trek Next Gen, I asked). |
At the end of the service they all go up to get blessed by their vicar / priest person, and take communion. I am somehow coerced into getting my baby blessed (figure it can't hurt). While I'm crouched up at the altar rail, the church official asks me if I'd also like to be blessed? In a weird uncomfortable minute, I start to say "Oh, no, I'm good thanks", but then she looks at me and I just crumble. "Oh go on then, just a small one" - like I've been offered a glass of sherry. I hope she didn't think I was taking the piss.
A strange game. The only winning move is not to play.