05/06/2026
I have Jewish friends who await impatiently the advent of the Davidic Messiah the hero the humanitarian, the historic one He will rejuvenate the Creation. Everything will be all right suddenly and Semitically.
I have radical friends who await impatiently the advent of a political Utopia, of an Ology or an Ism that will galvanise the planet. Everything will be all right and all revolutionary.
I have secular friends who await impatiently the advent of the universal enlightenment when scientific rationality will finally overwhelm religious superstition and everything will be all right and all reasonable in horizontal humanistic light. We Christians stand instead by the side of a man impaled on a stake in a rubbish dump outside Jerusalem. It is that simple
I have friends in the arts and in the arts councils who await impatiently the advent of universal literacy and third level education, an era when everybody will have a large paperback library of the best European poetry- be able to play the upright piano at least to Level Eight, and parade in the priestly Tridentine credentials of the creative artist. Everything will be all right and all rewarding.
I have professional friends in hospitals and consulting rooms who await impatiently the advent of the reign of sexual joy as the only antidote to neurotic violence. In this historical climax, everything will be, I suppose, ‘astronomically orgasmic’.
I have friends in the courts who are convinced that the criminal justice system only victimises victimisers and only violates the violent that there will be peace and plenitude on earth. They forget the deep prudence of all jurisprudence, We Christians stand instead by the side of a man impaled on a stake in a rubbish dump outside Jerusalem. It is that complicated.
I have friends who are free-marketeers, liberals and libertarians who await impatiently the advent of economic globalisation and the festive obesity of the goods that gods. Everything will be all right and enriching.
I have militant feminist friends who await impatiently the advent of a social Eden in which the good forces of oestrogen defeat forever the malign energies of testosterone, and everything will be all right and obstetrically sterile.
I have Roman Catholic friends who await impatiently triumph of their particular doctrinal tradition, because they confuse Western Latin Christianity with the Kingdom of Heaven. Everything will be all right eschatologically. They want the world to be all Christmas and no Calvary all Easter day and no catastrophe, all star and no disaster. They are in thrall these friends of mine to one policy, to one programme to one project. They are enthralled by the one and only answer to absolutely everything.
A Mathews