So farewell then

It has been an interesting couple of months, at Frisby on Soar Independent Baptist Chapel.

But all good things must come to an end. However swiftly.

I hinted earlier that I had had a troubled morning service. My views on the animal referred to in the psalm "as pants the hart for cooling streams" were accused of heresy. I referred to a muntjac I once saw in the vicinity of Woburn by way of illustration.  But some of the more fundamentalist members of the congregation felt that this was a contradiction of the Good Book, the muntjac being a Chinese, not a middle-Eastern, member of the Cervidae.

In these circumstances, I could feel a vote of no-confidence in the air.

So I'm off. To where, who knows? How Frisby Baptist Church will get on - well, they've lost pastors at short notice often enough in the past. I'm sure they will survive.

So I'm going to go on, now go. Walk out the door. Not turn around now - I'm not welcome any more.

I really must do something about that O'Vienna's syndrome.