Cheesus: Jesus-lite

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The evangelical church I attended in Leicester (two hours on Sunday, one hour on the Alpha course every week) was very into The Cross. They glorified Christ's death. I remember one homily which asked us to stand in front of the cross as a dead soul, and ask Jebus to bring us into his light,

We could only live through his death, therefore his death was fundemental to belief and we were dead too until we embraced it.

They were very good people (except for the homophobic stuff which drove me away in the end) and Jebus - through them - helped me clear my debts and got me a cooker.

I attended a number of social events too. One in particular was a sober girls night in. We picked questions from a bowl and had to answer them honestly. This was towards the end of my association with them. I had to lie. Honest answers would probably have had these lovely innicent ladies barfing into their ginger ale. And that was even before Amsterdam.