There is a Methodist Church
across the road
from my flat
. Not the one I live in now, but the one I used to share
with my SO
, and which he still rents
The Divine Healing Methodist Church attracts a large congregation every Sunday, made up almost exclusively from members of the black community. The churchgoers dress in their Sunday Best, with all the children looking particularly charming, girls in posh frocks and boys sometimes in little suits. I am not particularly religious, but I quite enjoy this sight.
Most of all though, the sound of their singing and rejoicing, which used to wake me up on Sundays, lends a distinct atmosphere to the day which I find quite uplifting. While I do not share their beliefs, I like the sound of their joie de vivre.