If there is one thing I can not stand it is a mealy mouthed clergyman (in that mournful oh so serious and pious voice) telling us we are all so sinful and not worthy to so much as lick the ground on which (-” insert relevant deity” -) walks.
I don’t know what the right word is really. Unctuous perhaps. Goody Two Shoes. I’m a Christian and you are not coz you are SO sinful and bad. Uriah Heep from David Copperfield: his cloying humility, obsequiousness, and insincerity. Mr Obadiah Slope from Barchester Towers. Well to be fair the hushed whisper of the pious is probably actually pretty sincere in many cases.
Nonetheless I deeply resent being told I am sinful and there is no health in me. I didn’t ask to be born and I struggle along in a world so ghastly that their god must have been either incompetent or malignant or perhaps both when he threw it all together.
I can’t help it that there are countless billions without food or shelter or countless other billions ripping each other’s throats out and removing each other’s bodily extremities for fun. It just ain’t my fault; I don’t want it to happen, I feel very sad indeed for said countless billions but I’m damned if I’m going to be accused of being sinful. I’m not. Well, mostly not anyway….
If anyone is sinful it is the clergyman’s absurd deity for messing it all up in the first place. And since he is apparently omnipotent and omniscient he must also be a pretty rotten cad for doing absolutely bug**r all about all this over the 500m years when he first decided to let us evolve.
Yes, I love the architecture, the art and the music. It really does do something ineffable for me. But preferably without the sermon thanks.