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@mriana.  Thanks.  Nice.  I believed such… dung. Useless dung at that. Toxic waste.  I sure was hooked.  If the WCG hadn’t deconstructed itself I’d still be in it.  Even after leaving it, I ‘felt the hand of God upon me’, propelling me in to charismatic evangelicalism, the Anglican i.e. Episcopalian variety.  Sigh.  I’m a fanatical plant spotter.  The park on the hill. The river.  Love art (the D’Orsay!).  And more, which can ignite my Stendhal’s syndrome in tears of bliss.  And no, church ritual doesn’t do it.  Well the concert interrupted by a lecture doesn’t.  Except in St. Paul’s.  And I love, miss communion.   I’ve been Zooming to Steve Chalke’s Oasis.  And I’ll be going to my former char-evo’s soup kitchen tonight.  Longest serving volunteer.  Habit.  Including the doubt of doubt.  I never say anything disruptive.  Well, once every 10 years.  So I did three weeks ago when some poor know-nuthin guy was proclaiming healing and I questioned what statistical surface had been broken.  Won’t do that again! : )  We’ve taken mentally ill street addicts to the great outdoors.  The old school vicar made me extra strength beer monitor for the alcoholics.  I’m addicted to their love.

Oasis is as good as it gets.  Better than any religion you or even @lausten have experienced I’ll wager.