The adulation surrounding Nelson Mandela reminds me of the Diana Spencer hysteria. I'm not sure what these odd occasions tell us about our society, but, whatever it is, I feel uneasy about it.
This morning, Sunday, I have heard most of the BBC Sunday morning service, from S Martin's in the Fields, with Justin Welby preaching. I do not think I have ever heard a more disgraceful parody of Christian worship.
7 December 2013
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Too right, Father. It's everywhere you look. Has the world gone mad?
With you 100% on this one, Father!
Agreed 100%
Really? Everything I've seen so far has been in line with typical honoring of a highly respected public figure on the occasion of his death. I haven't seen any excess.
Father,
at least you could have switched the radio off and returned to your deviled kidneys. Your poor servant had to sit through half an hour of confused theology, inappropriate eulogium and quixotic exhortation without being able to budge in the stalls. At one point I thought to myself that Antoine Carême himself probably would have appreciated un prédicateur fourré au bulletin paroissial et aspergé d'eau bénite - not for consumption, of course.
Thank you for this post, Fr. Hunwicke.
In answer to Bruvver Eccles, yes it has.
The Sunday before last I lost count of the number of times I heard the name Nelson Mandela during the sermon (in a Catholic cathedral, no less), then gave myself permission to switch off completely.
Scott in his comment says he hasn't seen any excess. Perhaps he might care to cast his eye over this.
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