Don’t look now Rowan, but your people love it in LA
When I moved to LA … religion was incidental to my life. Unless on a turbulent aircraft, indifference beckoned. There were a few childhood memories of Sunday school and sitting in a pew with a children’s Bible. But religion had slipped into cobwebbed disuse as soon as the teen years took over. If I’d stayed in Britain, I’d probably have become another of the lost Christians.