I was staggered to hear that Rowan Williams, The Archbishop of Canterbury, had dragged the Anglican church, that nice respectable and very English institution into the arena of fundamentalism. Of course, the reports may be a pack of lies, but you have to worry.
Apparently, Williams was cross that a fellow theologist had claimed he didn't believe in walking corpses and he was adamant he did. Makes you wonder, doesn't it! If he wants a literal translation of this part of the Nicene Creed and then of it all, how long will it be until he gets to a 6000 year old earth and 6 x 24 hours for creation, in a literal translation of the Bible?
And, thence, to the bitter and logical end. Out with the burka for you pleasant, tea-sipping English ladies and the vicar will berate your daughters as "bits of meat" (a la certain religious leader of a certain religious group who will remain nameless) because they expose their ankles and implore your sons to be suicide bombers in the hope of a sensual massage from Mary in heaven.
What is behind this abandonment of pleasant liberality? Is it the reaction to the soft core porn skankism that the English see played out on their streets. If so, whatever is wrong with that age old repost "Ignore it. They'll grow up." or a more contemptuous "What a fat arse!"
Or, is it that our poor Christian brothers have lost the argument to the New Atheists? Have Dawkins, Hitchens and Harris won the day? The final nail in God's coffin?
Well, here, my poor harangued brethren. I have the ultimate apology. If those nasty New Atheists come pounding on your door, send them packing with:
"I like the sense of community, I like the singing, I like the drama, I like the spirituality. I have no idea if its God in the midst, but who cares, its something. Now bugger off and let me be."
Much shorter than the Nicene Creed, Rowan. And wouldn't the congregation love it when they got to "bugger"?
Scratch that.
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