{"id":1435,"date":"2022-11-26T19:15:34","date_gmt":"2022-11-26T19:15:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/?p=1435"},"modified":"2022-11-26T19:15:38","modified_gmt":"2022-11-26T19:15:38","slug":"an-unusual-sunday-simon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/an-unusual-sunday-simon\/1435\/","title":{"rendered":"An unusual Sunday &#8220;Simon\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"683\" src=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/an-unusual-sermon-Simon-1024x683.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1436\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/an-unusual-sermon-Simon.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/an-unusual-sermon-Simon.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/an-unusual-sermon-Simon.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/an-unusual-sermon-Simon.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.swanseawriterscircle.co.uk\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/11\/an-unusual-sermon-Simon.jpg 1620w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 750px) 100vw, 750px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;A-men.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As the last notes of the hymn echoed around the rafters, and the sound of the church organ faded, the elderly congregation sat in a rustle of paper, a waft of too much perfume, and a bustle of perfectly coiffured Sunday hairdos. The vicar remained standing as his flock settled, gazing out over the one-third full church, before smiling gently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m very pleased to say,&#8221; he said, &#8220;that we&#8217;ve a visitor in the congregation today, young Michael there, who&#8217;s about to be ordained. He&#8217;s exactly the sort of person that a modern, forward-looking Church should be looking to engage with.&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<!--more-->\n\n\n\n<p>A young man at the front beamed with pride.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;He&#8217;ll be giving today&#8217;s lesson,&#8221; the priest continued, &#8220;and then he&#8217;s trying something new for St. John&#8217;s. Although I can&#8217;t say I understand it, he has built a&#8230; what was it Michael, a <em>social media presence<\/em>? 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Let&#8217;s see, now&#8230; Ok.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Of course,&#8221; he said, pushing his glasses up his nose, &#8220;the passage Michael read so wonderfully from was about the humility of Jalfrezi the Balti and the famous saying &#8216;<em>Reopen, Kanye, for the Kingdom of Heaven is your hand.<\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He looked over his spectacles to the front row, where Michael was quietly cringing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>&#8220;Is this the right piece of&#8230;? Oh, I see. Apparently, it&#8217;s something called &#8220;predictive text&#8221;, and there may be a couple of minor errors, as it fills in things based on his past searches and messages. 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