Friday, April 17, 2020

Unimpressed!

I have visited both the 'place of Jesus's birth' in Bethlehem and The Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem which purports to have been built on Golgotha itself as well as containing the tomb of the Saviour. (4th Century, by the way.)

Okay - they were old but I remain singularly unimpressed by all of these claims.
I do not think that there is a chance in fifty thousand that there has ever been 'yer actual Holy Grail' - saved or more likely, purloined by disciples who apparently possessed an unscriptural delight in so-called 'holy relics'.
Let's throw in the Shroud of Turin for good measure, shall we?
A toenail of Saint Scrumptious; the finger of Prophet Bonzo; an eyelash of Saint Kylie; the very Crown of Thorns itself and enough 'pieces of the true cross' to build a small skyscraper." Bah, humbug!" as Ebenezer Scrooge said or "Bah!" as so eloquently stated by Balzac's Old Goriot.

In Santiago de Compostela - a peasant ploughed up some bones in a field and these were declared to be those of St James without a single shred of evidence beyond someone's magical - and rather unprovable - dream.
Unwarranted claims at St Mark's in Venice; the disciple Thomas with more than one grave; 'John the Baptist's head in a pot - if memory serves - isn't that in Bulgaria, somewhere?

I am sick, sick, sick of this anti-Gospel paganism!
What is wrong with simply having your own personal relationship with the Saviour. Huh?

Thinking.