Primitive

The village where I work, like so many in the south and south west, has an old and unused Methodist chapel. Most of these have been demolished, or the larger ones converted to houses. This one is still standing but unused.

The history of Methodism, particularly the primitive version, is complex and  continuing. This legacy of chapel building points to a time in the late nineteenth century when a need for moral guidance swept the country and I suppose the chapel would have attracted those who had been churchgoers to a simpler more primitive form of worship.



These days it seems that we are throwing away our moral compass and trying to navigate with no rudder. I don't see that we can expect much guidance in right behaviour from our politicians. Science answers the question "How?" but has no thing to say to the question "Why?".

Perhaps we will all end up worshipping at the church of St Dawkins, but it doesn't sound like progress to me.


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