Maundy Thursday. Footlong Cookies and a Lovefeast.

I found myself in Grange this morning—bit of an unplanned detour while collecting the car from the garage. I’m not sure I’ve ever actually been before.

The Methodist Church had its doors wide open, which felt like an invitation. I stepped inside… and straight into the middle of their weekly yoga class. I backed out as quietly as I could, largely unnoticed, and with absolutely no interest in observing, let alone attempting the lotus position.

In the porch, I spent some time reading their redevelopment plans—ambitious, detailed, and clearly the result of a lot of effort. The fundraising targets alone were enough to make me pause. The building has real potential. So does the cost...