Day 87 Fathers’ Day 2020.

Sunday Worship, for a second week, comes from Holy Trinity Platt Fields, Manchester. The hymn playing rock band while brilliant, continue to purvey their repertoire of ghastly modern praise, ‘though to be fair, musically and lyrically, not that bad. Hymns at “Holy Platt” are sometimes referred to as worship songs. The trouble is, this kind of praise appears to put two fingers up to the traditional worship I grew up with, but much of which my father detested! Today’s theme, The Prodical Son. I “kind of” feel reassured. Now, I do like the pop version of Be Thou my Vision. There’s no accounting for taste! It was that which brought the curtain down on this morning’s Sunday Worship during which time, I was constantly reminded that it was Fathers’ Day….shouldn’t that be Fathering Sunday?…perhaps not! David.