Apparently it was the synchronicity of a bottle of wine.
The Rev. Michael Fuller’s first sermon reveals all:
Anglican Samizdat
Apparently it was the synchronicity of a bottle of wine.
The Rev. Michael Fuller’s first sermon reveals all:
more a case of Pareidolia. He saw Bp Ingham’s face inside the lid of a jar of Marmite
Ah synchronicity, I had a bottle of it in 57. I much prefer reality though, it has a much sweeter bouquet.
Now we know what they’ve been drinking, I wonder what he’s been “smoking”.
Within the first minute of his sermon I noticed the annoying liberal agenda of refusing to refer to God using masculine pronouns, even though it is frustratingly grammatically awkward. He even went so far as to edit the Biblical text he was quoting. (Rom 8:28)
…I drink, therefore I am