tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090284089094807610.post3985817284876601799..comments2018-05-26T10:01:39.217-07:00Comments on Cuthbert in Edinburgh: Borders, Boundaries and Barriers David Dennistonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04793070315749153083noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6090284089094807610.post-40234816544147132822013-01-11T09:59:11.090-08:002013-01-11T09:59:11.090-08:00I grew up close to Berwick, technically on the Sco...I grew up close to Berwick, technically on the Scottish side of the border. I'm Scottish, my parents English. I went to school in Scotland, did my shopping in England, had friends on both sides. It never mattered. It was only as a young adult moving to Edinburgh that I found that for some, it did. <br /><br />The same is true of my experience of church. I went to a local episcopal church as a child. I only ever knew it as 'church'. I gave up on it in my teens, and returned in my 30's, again, in the city. I looked only for was a church where I could hear the gospel and belong. I found one. Only as others seemed to need to categorise my 'flavour' of Christianity did difference become an issue. <br /><br />Sad, then, how these issues begin to define who we are - as Christians, as humans. And I agree - it's difficult to see how in this tendency we reflect the image of God.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com