A Place to call home
My mother and father-in-law have very generously offered to pay for our wedding flowers, and today we went to the florist to make the arrangements. In all honesty I had no clue what to begin with when it came to flowers, but this florist knows what she is doing. She listened to my sketchy ideas and numerous "well I like that flower...what's it called?" and turned it into a lovely bunch of ideas. On the way to the florist, we passed many things, but one thing caught my attention. We had driven past a street of shops, but one was shuttered up. I only passed it briefly, and wouldn't have paid it much heed if the words "Church Centre" hadn't caught my attention. What a funny place for a church centre to be - right in the middle of shops! But that's when it occured to me that many churches are having to find new homes. In fact my own church has been practicing in a former nursery school for many years, although it is still not recognised by the...