Wednesday 29 June 1994

Well, the last thing I expected tonight was to be attending a literary dinner. Paul and Barbie rang up at five and said, 'How about an evening with John Shelby Spong? One of the members of our party has had to drop out at the last moment.'

I'd heard of Bishop Spong through the media. Fundamentalists and conservatives have been battling with him ever since he entered the country. I hadn't thought that I would actually meet him.

It was the opposite end of the spectrum to Messiah from the Saturday before last but (call me Jack) Spong impressed me deeply with his talk on Resurrection--myth or reality? I think I could get to like the sort of God he talks about.