My father was the son destined for the priesthood - he was named Francis Augustine - in a very devout Roman Catholic family.
In 1938 his first mistake was to get married.
In 1939 he was marched off to Burma to fight the Japanese.
When he got home in 1946 he found that while he was away his wife got bored... and you can guess the rest.
Soon after they divorced which was his second mistake (according to his family).
In 1954 he married my mother (maybe yet another error?) and I was born in 1955 - apparently I was an accident!
He worked in a brewery which was apparently frowned on as well!
I didn't know any of this until my mother dropped it like a bombshell into conversation when I was in my 40s.
It explained to me a lot of the wierdness of my childhood where half of the family (his side) barely tolerated us and I was always shipped off during holidays to my mother's family.
Christianity? Surely it is about loving your neighbour? Maybe for some.
@MikeFromLFE Good compact post for how life can go - appreciate the writing. #Christianity for me is the constant talking *together* as we accept the constant suffering and even some great work we can do together in a variety of #Christian style ways and even enjoy it!
Without communication is very limited and not exactly the right type, though this is a soft kind of 'not the right type' but that is the main work to all other work and sorts all things out (which is why I think people don't talk about, to avoid that and even healing too, as it keeps them going in a sense or never healed - because what next after that!)
