There is so much bizarre stuff going on at the moment that I have to confess to being totally bemused. Most random of all this week is the spectacle of Jeremy Corbyn and Ken Clarke, combined age 350 years (OK, only 149 years) putting themselves forward as the saviours of the nation. And how will they achieve this momentous feat? By advocating a coup d’etat which will lead us all into a glorious future with these two strong leaders at the forefront. I nearly choked on my cereal. I bow to the accumulated wisdom that can only be gained over the years but I’m not feeling the vitality and vibrancy required from these two whippersnappers.

Of course the lunacy currently being displayed in the political world is amateurish when compared to the past-masters of insanity. I give you the Church of England. I had believed that the Church was past parody but I was deeply mistaken. To quote Leonard Ravenhill, “Entertainment is the devil’s substitute for joy” Having forsaken all that tedious preaching the gospel malarkey that is so embarassing for all, and setting itself up as a convention of spectacularly ineffectual social workers who want you to give them money rather than support you, imagine to nobody’s surprise that the pews emptied post-haste. But fear not, they have a cunning plan. Crazy golf and helter-skelters in the church. If you can’t envisage how incredible that is, substitute the word church for mosque. Can you imagine any mosque ever allowing a helter-skelter installation in their prayer space? Exactly. But why stop there? Why not go the whole hog? Get rid of that stuffy communion wafer and wine. Why not some on-trend Purple Drank which I believe is very popular with the youth of today (google it 🙂 ) and some avocado on toast canapes instead of the wafer. If you’re High Church, away with that pesky incense! Fill up your censers with the ever-popular Spice. You’ll slay them in the aisles, plus your congregation will have no trouble adopting the posture of worship as they will all be zombified into place. Take out those dull pews, flog them to an architectural reclamation shop and install some gaming machines instead. Wonga could help to oversee it all….. It’s what Jesus would want in this digital age. What’s that rot about throwing out the moneychangers and a house of prayer? That was before the Bitcoin age. We have to move with the times.

However, I do not despair. God after all is not mocked and I have no doubt that He will administer the kicking that the leadership of the church has so gloriously earned. A suspicious person might say that these buffoons have been cleverly selected to destroy the Church from the inside out. For us believers though, are we bovvered? Better people than them have tried and have failed as will they, because Jesus shall build his church and the gates of hell will not prevail against it. And for those who think this is not their concern, look around you. Schools, Parliament, The Police, The Army, The Health Service, they all carry the same contagion. God help us all. Still, even if we are busily turning gold into straw, there is always consolation. I was stuck in a hellacious traffic jam this week, my little car being battered by the storm and what did I see? A double rainbow. I could see the entire curve of it against this huge, dark sky. It was absolutely magical – my rubbish phone camera did not do justice to its beauty. My wish for us all this weekend? In defiance of all laws of physics, sunny skies AND rainbows. Have a good one.

I’ve got the world on a string, sittin’ on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life, I’m in love!
I’ve got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go, anytime I move my finger
Lucky me, can’t you see, I’m in love
Life is a beautiful thing, as long as I hold the string
I’d be a silly so and so, if I should ever let go…….
Songwriters: Harold Arlen / Ted Koehler