Thought crimes of an anti-woke vicar
LET me begin with two stories, one of which is true and took place earlier in the summer, the second (sadly) fiction. I pen this as an ordinary English vicar of 25 years, who runs a parish in a stunning seaside town but finds himself increasingly bewildered with the direction of travel of his home denomination.
Submerging Ben, 29, fully into the seawater I sense something malignant leave him, a dark force. It’s difficult to describe, but when a person is under a spiritual oppression you know it. By the third invocation of the Trinity, his baptism complete, he emerges soaking, misty-eyed, panting like a man who’d completed a marathon. ‘It’s all gone, you are free.’ The words come to me unplanned. He nods, grinning and repeating: ‘I know!’
The second story is a fantasy about the ghastly Archbishop of Canterbury showing genuine and entirely non-ghastly leadership during the pandemic debacle. Fat chance, but the whole piece is well worth reading. Even as an atheist, this passage struck a powerful chord with me. Repelled by the darkness - indeed we are.
Young adults like Ben give me hope. He tells me he wants to work unequivocally for Christ and he doesn’t care what the pushback is. He is typical of men and women who say that they have migrated from New Atheism, psychedelics, Wicca, Marxism or whatever and awoken to a post-lockdown world which feels decidedly creepy, evil, a new Dark Age hanging over the West. They mostly come to God not through the light but repelled by the darkness.
4 comments:
For all my dificulties with religious doctrines I am tempted to believe that there is a real principle of evil, separate from but able to get into humans. How else can we exxplain the homicidal/suicidal, irrational drive towards WWIII among popwerful people who imagine themselves rational yet seem to forget they are mortal?
Sackers - I'm tempted to believe it too. It works too well to be abandoned entirely, but how to formulate it isn't an easy question. Maybe that's too fastidious though. Whatever it is, just call it by the old names may be the best approach.
Mumbo-jumbo is still mumbo-jumbo no matter if the bloke in a frock promulgating it is either a priest or a transvestite.
Vatsmith - to my mind that's not the pertinent angle. Welby has a position which he could have used more constructively.
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