Decades later, while in my last Scottish parish, several ‘fish
wives’ who viewed my animal welfare services as quite disdainful –
especially as I blest beasties! - were employed in the task of
boiling lobsters alive. While the poor creatures struggled to get
out of the lids of the lobster pots coming to the boil, this
specific brand of ‘born again’ believers might well have been
speaking about the blessings of The Lord. Yes, it wouldn’t surprise
me if they didn’t, while in such an occupation, sing ‘Rescue the
perishing’, ‘What a friend we have in Jesus’ or ‘When all thy
mercies …’. Yes, such are the hypocritical fruits of some of
yesterdays and some of today’s evangelical brand of ‘Christian!’.
Such morally distorted and blinkered folk are amongst those who
claim, in arrogance, to ‘know the Lord’ when in reality they deny
Him!’
Mind you, those of the above paragraph are not alone: much of the
traditional fruits of Catholicism – especially as witnessed in Latin
countries - stink to high heaven. Debauched and gluttonous priests will
still be found this Christmastide sacrilegiously offering grace over
intensively reared fowl before gorging themselves with all but,
possibly, the entrails of the same. Talk about Christian vegetarianism
to such father confessors and they’ll look at you nonplussed. They
hardly know the meaning of the term and will probably brand you as some
kind of a way out crank.
Animal Padre's
