How This 13th Century English Church Gave Me Hope About Trump’s Presidency
*If you have faith and wait long enough, bad shit will go away
The world has been around for a long time.
And a lot of the world’s worst people have come and gone.
Those evil, ignorant, small-minded megalomaniacs can do a lot of damage while they’re in power, but eventually their immoral, depraved, and wicked ways are brought to an end by courageous people who have suffered long enough and who summon the will to stand against the malevolent brutes and vile oppressors.
And here we are again, mustering the forces of righteous indignation and the power of progressive ideals to resist a menacing moron in the form of Donald Trump, and possibly worse in the despotic rule of President Vladimir Putin, the eternal autocracy of Xi Jinping of China, the thuggish government of Recep Tayyip Erdoğan in Turkey, and the strongman tactics of the Philippine’s Rodrigo Duterte, to name a few.
Democracy is in trouble around the world, it seems.
I was thinking about these dicey times as I sat silently in the ancient pews of the tiny 13th-century St. Oswald’s Church in Oxfordshire, England. To my left were faded, primitive wall paintings — exposed after several centuries from under layers of plaster and whitewash — to reveal images of royal rulers, both dishonorable and benevolent, being blessed by the church’s representatives of God on Earth. That’s a monarchical concept that barely survives today, thankfully, except perhaps in the minds of Prince Harry and marvelous Meghan Markle. Long live fairy tale weddings! And progress!
I spent a few minutes sitting in one of the box pews at the side of the church that were reserved long ago for visiting VIPs, wealthy parishioners, and landed families. Apparently four adults could sit together in these baby-sized pews. Which seemed remarkable as I knocked thighs with my girlfriend, barely able to drop to my knees for a good genuflecting prayer. More signs of progress, I suppose, as better nutrition, improved hygiene, and advanced medical care has made for more robust and long-lasting humans. And that means we have more time to RESIST the despots and tyrants in our midst. Hail to health…and human services!
I also want to say that St. Oswald’s was fucking cold. How the hell did people of yesteryear sit for hours in a place like this listening to Father Whatshisface, no doubt drunk on mead, and droning on about the good Lord, while their asses were freezing off in a puddle of rainwater leaking from the roof?
See what I’m saying, times do change. We invent radiant heat. Asses dry. Father Whatshisface is a now a transsexual brown man from South America doing a two-year stint at a quaint church in the Oxfordshire countryside and no one is locked in the stocks outside. In fact, there are no stocks outside. That’s called progress!
So here’s my point. Things look like shit right now, what with Donald Trump doing all he can to unravel a semi-successful democracy that took a couple hundred years to build.
But the guy is about to disappear. It’s inevitable. As assured as the ankle deep spring mud around St. Oswald’s that has been around for the past thousand years and will bog down walkers in the English countryside for another millennium or fifty.
Just have a smidgen of faith and wait a bit longer and the orange shitgibbon will go away. Far away. Never to be seen again. That’s my Easter promise.
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