Ecumenical Disaster

Never again.

Don't think I'm not in favour of ecumenism. I'm all in favour of it - especially the kind of ecumenism where everybody becomes a Beaker Person. Or where we wish each other well from a distance, while making sure we never actually have to work together.

But today's ecumenical venture was a disaster.

Never, ever again, will I invite the congregation of the Pentecostal Snake-handlers to a meeting of our "Petting Zoo Church". That's a lot of children who won't sleep for a week, and a lot of boas that won't need to eat for even longer.