I bumped into Jeff (not his real name) on my way to the weekly communion service in the grounds of the mental health care centre where he is living these days.
'Hi, Jeff! How are you? Are you coming to the service today?'
'Well, no, I don’t think so. I've got a cough and sore throat, and I'm a bit bothered about all the stuff in the Bible about war …'
'I'm sorry you've got a sore throat. I do hope it will be better soon. Maybe I'll see you at the service another day …'

