I've just finished reading an article by Frank Skinner's in the Times and feel like adding it to the Canon. I would normally put a link to it, but it's so fricking good I'm going to put the whole thing here …
PERSECUTE ME – I'M AFTER THE BROWNIE POINTS
I’m a Roman Catholic and I go to church every Sunday. Towards the
end of Mass, there’s a thing called the Sign of Peace. We all shake
hands with everyone in shaking distance and say “peace be with you”.
Last Sunday the priest told us to drop the handshaking element to show
our solidarity with Wayne Bridge.
That’s one of the things I love about being Catholic. You can tell
the highly suspicious non-Catholics — their imaginations fired by talk
of kissed statues and venerated fibulas — about almost any odd
behaviour in a Roman Catholic church and they’ll believe you.
To many British people, Christianity seems like a weird but
unexciting theme park. Personally, I like our ever-dwindling status. I
even like our ever-dwindling numbers. There was a time when social
pressure made people go to church. If anything the reverse is now true.
Most adults you see in church nowadays are there because they want to
be there. That’s not decline, it’s progress. The wheat has been
separated from the chaff. We get quality, not quantity, in the churches
and the chaff can enjoy a nice lie-in. That’s just as well, because
there’ll be little opportunity for slumber when they’ve got a demon’s
pitchfork up their arse.
Christians have always worked best as an unpopular minority. We were
surely at our most dynamic when we knelt, eyes to Heaven, hands clasped
in prayer, with a Colosseum lion bounding towards us.
That’s why I think Lord Carey, the former Archbishop of Canterbury,
is wrong to get his cassock in a twist about changing attitudes to
Christianity in this country. He speaks of a “strident and bullying
campaign” to marginalise Christianity. But that’s great news. “Blessed
are ye when men shall revile you, and persecute you, and shall say all
manner of evil against you falsely, for my sake.”
We’re going to have Brownie points coming out of our ears. The
evidence of such bullying, many Christians would argue, was evident in
two recent incidents when a teacher was sacked and a nurse suspended —
both because they offered to pray for sick people. I agree that those
punishments seem wrong-headed but both women will receive huge
blessings for enduring such injustice. Surely their mistake was
up-fronting their intentions.
I’ve prayed for loads of friends, most of them atheists. I tend not
to tell them. If I do tell them I fear my motivation for doing so is
largely ego-based. I’m just trying to show how nice and caring I am.
It’s much healthier to do it on the sly. “When thou prayest, enter into
thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which
is in secret, and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee
Lord Carey feels that Christians have been too soft. He said that if
you behave like a doormat, you get treated like one. I’m a little wary
of muscular Christianity. It’s been used to justify everything from the
Crusades to the shooting of abortion doctors. It seems to be in direct
contradiction to “Resist not evil, but whosoever shall smite thee on
thy right cheek, turn to him the other also”.
This is the doormat as positive role model — a doormat who’s more
concerned about the “welcome” than the muddy feet. Surely the central
image of Christianity is someone who can shoot fireballs out of his
fingertips allowing himself to be nailed to a wooden cross — submission
as the ultimate show of strength — love as impenetrable armour. Most
British Christians are badly dressed, unattractive people. We’re not
pushy and aggressive members of society. We’re a bit like Goths — no
one can remember us being fashionable and we talk about death a lot. I
love the glorious un-coolness of that.
The oppression of Christians in some other countries is completely
unacceptable. I obviously wouldn’t want to see such genuine persecution
of Christians in the UK, though that blessing for the reviled and that
championing of the turned cheek would, strictly speaking, still apply.
As Lord Carey admits, here it’s more about some local council not
wanting to call Christmas “Christmas” in case it offends someone. I’m
hoping that, with the rise of secularisation, Christians will be able
to claim Christmas as exclusively their own again. I’m sure the new
atheists, many of whom point out that Christianity cynically
appropriated pagan festivals, would not want to be guilty of similar
hypocrisy. Don’t come begging for church weddings or christenings
either. Maybe a bit of strictly observed us-and-them will lead to a new
I went to a debate this week. The motion was “England should be a
Catholic country again”. I ended up voting against. The marriage of
Church, any church, and State seems alien to the teachings of Christ.
Power corrupts and British Christians should be happy to continue
relinquishing it. The Catholic Church lost more than it gained when it
got into bed with the Emperor Constantine.
wilderness” genre. We are most impressive when operating as a secret
sect, kneeling in small, candle-lit rooms and scrawling fishes on
walls. I’m enjoying this current dose of persecution. It’s definitely
good for the soul.