Sunday 24 September 2017

Blind faith

- When I close my eyes and think of the Catholic Church of my youth, images of stained-glass windows, soaring arches, marble altars and haughty pulpits come to mind.

The parish priest lived in a cut-stone detached house as would befit a person of prestige and status.

A bishop complete with purple socks and princely robes resided in a palace; come confirmation day he arrived at our school in a black Mercedes.

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