LETHARGIC LITURGY
“All your patient sees,” writes one fictitious demon (Uncle Screwtape) to another (nephew Wormwood), “is the half-finished, sham Gothic erection on the new building estate. When he goes inside, he sees the local grocer with rather an oily expression on his face bustling up to offer him one shiny little book containing a liturgy which neither of them understands, and one shabby little book containing corrupt texts of a number of religious lyrics, mostly bad, and in very small print. When he gets to his pew and looks around him he sees just that selection of his neighbors whom he has hitherto avoided. You want to lean pretty heavily on these neighbors. Make his mind flit to and fro between an expression like the body of Christ and the actual faces in the next pew.” “It matters very little, of course, what kind of people that next pew really contains. You may know one of them to be a great warrior on…
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