What Fresh Hell Is This?

 

Fresh hell? Yes, just another attempt by trendy lefty Church of England apostates to make their venerable if shrinking slice of the UK's religious equation more relevant to the unchurched masses. How? By decorating Canterbury Cathedral with a graffiti "art" exhibition. 

It's interactive, apparently. You write down questions, send them off and an, ahem, artist turns them into ersatz pseudo-pop graffiti which is then displayed on the walls and pillars of the beautiful cathedral. It looks like this:

Here's another:

Beautiful, isn't it, and so likely to draw in the crowds and pack the pews of the dismally declining denomination. I mean to say, who wouldn't be attracted to worship God in all his numinous mystery in England's foremost cathedral by graffiti posing as religious art? So much for some 2000 years of Christian aesthetics.

The genius behind this installation is Alex Vellis, poet and "curator of Jacquiline Creswell's collaboration with marginalised communities and a team of skilled artists."  How very awesome, and that's what his "art" in Canterbury cathedral's all about, per the Daily Mail:

Language is the people who speak it, and graffiti is the language of the unheard. By temporarily graffitiing the inside of Canterbury Cathedral, we join a chorus of the forgotten, the lost, and the wondrous. People who wanted to make their mark, to say 'I was here', and to have their etchings carry their voice through the centuries.

 

Wondrous? Yes indeed, wonder at the mawkish suicide of a once great part of God's Church and its desecration of England's principal cathedral. Alex Willis was organizer of the Sex Work Symposium in Canterbury in 2019. Why? Because of course he was. On topic, the Dean of Canterbury Cathedral is David Montief, who lives with his boyfriend David Hamilton in a "civil partnership."

You can imagine, dear readers, what Augustine of Canterbury would make of this. Come back, Reginald Pole, we need you.

Dies Irae,

LSP

Some Kind of Pathetic Joke?

 

No, this is apparently serious, Sarah Mullally's going to be the next Archwitch Archbishop of Canterbury. She's been operating as the bishop figure of London for several years and is, of course, pro-abortion, pro-homosexual marriage and a perfect example of what George Owers describes as "Rainbow Flag Erastianism" (RFE). Here he is, writing for The Critic:

If I were to try to imagine a candidate for the new Archbishop of Canterbury who is the furthest away from this, the worst and least suitable replacement for Welby possible, I would probably pick someone along the following lines. They’d be a former state bureaucrat who made an entire career out of the sort of bland HR department-inspired managerialism that is destroying the church, probably a senior civil servant in (say) the NHS. They’d be on record as having every tick-box lazy progressive political and theological opinion imaginable. They would, of course, have lived and worked in London for most of their life and be a thoroughgoing metropolitan. They would have no record of any serious theological or scholarly work, but be thoroughly intellectually mediocre.

Whoops, I just described the person announced this morning as the new Archbishop of Canterbury, Sarah Mullally. The Church of England making an appalling decision is too common to be surprising, but even I was a bit taken aback at the sheer perversity of this choice. She is the pure distilled essence of the hectoring lanyard class, a bureaucrat, a proceduralist and a progressive down to her fingertips. Her entire professional career was spent in the NHS, latterly as Chief Nursing Officer and “Director of Patient Experience”; she is on the record as being “pro-choice”, pro-gay marriage, on board with the usual check-box list of LGBTQIA+ orthodoxy; she has lived in London for most of her life. She will occupy an Archiepiscopal throne once occupied by theologians of the calibre of Anselm, Cranmer, Michael Ramsey and Rowan Williams: her sole contributions to the intellectual life of the church are a couple of those paper-thin (in every sense) “Advent/Lent reflection” books, the authorship of which appear to be compulsory now among senior bishops, and the readership of which is close to non-existent. 

 

Dam, nailed it, read the whole thing, it's not long, and we can add that Mullally's not even a priest much less a bishop. This would leave St. Augustine's throne vacant and yet another venerable institution, more than that, part of the visible Body of Christ on earth, is effectively gutted, and become a hollowed out apostate sham. To put it another way, a mawkish conflation of cucumber sandwiches on the lawn establishment nicety emmeshed in the godless anti-Christ orthodoxy which is the spirit of our age.

Of course some of you might argue that this has been the case since Reginald Pole's death in 1558, and the argument has force, papal ice block blessings notwithstanding. That in mind, the Cure D'Ars prophesied that Christianity in its fullness and ancient splendour will be restored in the UK. Whether the venerable if dismally suicidal Church of England will be part of any such revival remains to be seen.

In the meanwhile, we soldier on,

LSP