Greetings, one and all, and welcome to my first substack.
It’s Easter Sunday, 2022 and I’ve got Rachmaninov’s Vespers up to 11.
It’s been two years since the Covid nightmare began. Institution after institution have competed for the prize of most morally bankrupt. From our glorious NHS, who turned cancer patients away from treatment, killed the elderly with Midazolam, and stopped loved ones from holding the hands of those in their final moments of mortal life, to schools who muzzled children in useless, filthy medical masks, stopped face to face learning, and filled young hearts with fear, the pillars of our once civilised society have dissolved like salt in water.
I would like to suggest though that the winner of most morally bankrupt institution is… drum roll.. the Church. In times of trouble, the church should be a place that offers shelter, comfort and community. A rock that stands against the tide of brutish state tyranny. I’ve read stories about elderly people who prayed on their knees outside churches in the freezing cold because perhaps the priest might take pity on them and let them in. The vast majority of churches followed the draconian rules to the letter and most stopped the faithful from taking Holy Communion. For many that will have felt like being abandoned by God himself. A dagger straight through the heart.
Not only did the churches close their doors, emblazoned with ‘be kind’ rainbow banners, they insisted on masking everyone, including the elderly. I went to the funeral of a family friend in June last year, and I saw men and women in their 80s struggling to catch their breath as they stumbled to their pews. My sister and I were the only people there without masks, including the vicar. I remember looking around and seeing eyes filled with terror. Eyes that had given up on the meaning of life. It filled me with sad, impotent rage.
I went to another funeral in the November and it was the same, even outside. Both the people in question were not allowed visitors in the weeks prior to their deaths. Both deteriorated, not because of a virus, but because God had been told to ‘stay safe’ and remain in the car park.
The Archbishop of Canterbury, among others has declared that to be a true Christian you should have the Covid-19 vaccinations. A supposed man of God is recommending that his flock have multiple mRNA injections, that are not out of their testing period until 2023. Think about the terrifying implications of that. The Church no longer represents God, it represents Big Pharma.
There are of course exceptions to the rule. Good men and women have stood up to this tyranny - and mark my words, it is tyranny. Like other institutions, be it the media, education or the NHS, these good men and women have been cast out for having the courage of their convictions. Thanks to social media nothing will be forgotten. Whether it will be forgiven is perhaps harder to say, or do.
We live in very dark times, where truth, beauty and goodness have been trampled on by men and women who believe that the years of life hold more value than the life in those years.
So throw away the masks, hold hands, tell children there’s no need to be afraid, hug friends, family and strangers, speak the truth, and crank that music up to 11.
Christ is risen.
Great article and so up-lifting to read such truthful, incisive words, however painful and tragic this has all been to witness and go through over the last two years...
Pleasure my child! and a very Happy Easter to you too xx 🐣🐣