The Battle
I heard the strangest phrase on the bus ride home. Two people were talking in the back, I was dozing after a long slog, when âÂÂSpiritual Warfareâ hits my ears. The first thing that popped into my head was masses of religious leaders in full regalia, big hats, flowing robes, a riot of colour, the works, from all over the world running at each other over a muddy grassy field and then bonking each other over the head with massive cartoon caricatures of their deities, or shiving each other prison like with holy symbols, there was also the occasional garrotting with some rosary beads. All done in the style Monty PythonâÂÂs battle of Trafalgar with the little old ladies walloping each other with their purses in a melee while dressed in their Sunday finest.
This has nothing to do with anything I wanted to Blog about but there you have it.
This has nothing to do with anything I wanted to Blog about but there you have it.
