Maundy Thursday

St Paul's:  the long-standing rival 
to Westminster Abbey
The Kirkintilloch gym has TV monitors fixed to their machines.  Today I ran,  rowed and cycled while watching the Queen at her Maundy Thursday service in Westminster Abbey.


What was remarkable was the amount of Scripture that was read.   It seemed so non-PC to hear elderly Prince Philip read Jesus' words at the end of the Parable of the sheep and goats,  "And these shall go away into everlasting punishment: but the righteous into life eternal."   And at the close for the congregation to sing, "God save the Queen".


In fact,  it was better entertainment than the golf or the cricket.

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