I found myself reflecting recently that the Church, all too often, is a bit like a tortoise. Slow-moving and cumbersome. Wrinkly and old. Silent. Encased in buildings built like fortresses into which, shy creature that it is, it frequently retreats when it senses danger.
Maybe this is why, during a church service, you will often hear the words :
"As Jesus' tortoise, so we pray :
Our Father, who art in heaven . . ."
(from an original one-liner by Milton Jones)