Argus title : The Church must have faith in flock
One night this week I dreamed I was in an old building in the country.
I don’t know why I was there, but I remember that I was thirsty and wanted a drink of water. I knew where to get it, but thought it would be polite to ask the robed men in charge. To my surprise, I was directed brusquely to a room I’d never seen before.
It was a large room. To reach a tap at the ancient sink I had to cross floorboards so rotten that I could see into the room below. As the boards bent and shook under my weight I grabbed for some chains which were hanging from the ceiling. As I hung there precariously listening to the wood splintering beneath me, I realised that I could fall through the boards to a concrete floor far below. Continue reading