About twenty-five years ago, there was an in-joke being told among senior members of the Anglican clergy in Nottingham. The joke was told to me by a friend who was training to enter the Ministry.
David died and went to heaven, where he was met by St Peter and given a guided tour. On the tour they passed a walled garden. Being a builder, David stopped to admire the brickwork, but his attention was drawn to singing heard coming from within the garden. St Peter nodded. “They are Charismatics.” He paused, before whispering: “They think they are the only people here.”