My mother was a sunday school teacher and I went to church regularly until my mid teens.
My wife was brought up in what is called High Church.
Now we only go to church for weddings , funerals or baptisms .Probably like most people who call themselves C of E ?
However , I do try to live a life following the ideals of Christianity. Not all , again like most others !
As far as the UK becoming a Muslim state , I think that there will be an almighty backlash from the "infidels" before that could happen!
Anyway ,none of us are perfect
Every week, the country vicar would visit the bishop. They would drink Earl Grey tea and eat delicate cucumber sandwiches in neat little triangles with the crusts cut off.
One day, the vicar was late for his appointment. He eventually arrived, very red of face.
"My dear boy, whatever is the matter?" asked the bishop.
"My bicycle has been stolen!" exclaimed the vicar with great indignation. "I am sure that one of my parishoners has taken it, but I have no idea which one."
"Then you need to use an old trick that I used to use when I was a vicar," said the bishop. "This Sunday you should preach a sermon about the ten commandments. And when you get to "thou shalt not steal", you should pause a while and look in the face of each of your flock. The one who cannot meet your eye is the one who has stolen your bicycle."
"I will," said the vicar.
The week passed in a sepia-tinged haze, and the time came around for the vicar to see the bishop again. And this he was riding his bicycle again.
"I see that my plan worked," said the bishop with more than a hint of smug old-fox-can-still-teach-a-young-dog-new tricks tone in his voice.
"Not quite," replied the vicar. "I did as you asked. I told a sermon about the ten commandments."
"And?"
"When I got to 'thou shalt not commit adultery', I remembered where I had left my bike."
