Sod 'em
OK, this one isn't funny, and will probably get buried in a big pile with all the other stories from other childhood churchgoers, but hey.

I went to church, sunday school et al, more or less every week from birth to the age of about 13. My mother (and grandmother) had been going to the same church for at least 30 years before I came into the world.

At 13 (for various reasons) I stopped going, my mother stopped soon after too.

Fast forward a few years and there's a car boot sale being held in the field next to the church. Being the model son that I am, I went along to give my mother a hand. It was attended by most of the church congregation, and none of them... not one... so much as said hello to me.

These are people who have known me from before I was even born, people I'd seen every week of my life until a few years previously. They probably knew me better than many people in my own family, and I was completely blanked.

Now personally (and speaking with no authority on the subject whatsoever), I don't think that's very Christian...
(mellotron never could get the hang of Thursdays, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 12:42, 3 replies)

I should add....
With my Mother it's a different story.

She's a surveyor with many years experience in the construction industry, and she is regularly contacted when they want advice on new windows, or a leaky roof in the vestry etc etc
(mellotron never could get the hang of Thursdays, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 12:43, closed)

Ouch

( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Fri 20 Mar 2009, 12:48, closed)

not really surprising
...the shallow cunts


Piss through Gods letterbox, that'll teach'em.
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Fri 20 Mar 2009, 12:50, closed)