It strikes me, and has done for many years, that anti-religious secularism or atheism is a luxury than is indulged in by comfortable urbanised humanity who are many removes from having to live their lives in direct communion with nature, unlike their religious forebears.
For example, on the eve of WW1 it was said that there was nobody living in London who was more than three generations away from the land – so their grandparents were still living and working on farms.
There was a sign on the wall of a wet fish shop in Chiswick for a while that had the motto “if you would learn to pray, first go to sea”.
I sometimes wish these comfortable specimens of ‘homo urbanus sophisticanus’ would go to the Highlands and help bring in the cattle or tend to the sheep in the middle of winter, or… go to sea.
How long would their comfortable smugness last when rounding Malin Point into the teeth of a North Atlantic gale?
Someone’s post via Facebook.