14 May 2007


This may seem odd, following as it does my big insight ;-) about guilt, but think of it as something I'm holding in tension. I was listening to Chumbawamba's seminal album Tubthumper over the weekend. Their song "The Big Issue" begins like this:

There are those
Spend the night under bridges
Over by the river
Down in the park through the winter
But there's a house that I know
Safe and warm
And no-one ever goes there
Down where the priests bless the wine

It made me think: we (by which I mean the Church) suck.

That's not the whole story, of course. Sometimes we manage to not completely suck.

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