When I became a real Christian, aged 15, it was instilled on me the importance of getting involved in a local church. One illustration, indelibly etched on my mind is that of a coal in a fire. Remove it from the fire and it ceases to burn. Almost sixty years on, I want to reflect on what going and belonging (or not) to a church entails (or at least ought to) and some of the observations I have made during that time concerning my own and other’s church attendance.