Dear Parishioner,
It’s nice to
go to a show when you are on holiday;
and nice to see a good performance. A
good performance always enlightens you, usually gives you an insight
into the
great mystery of life. While Pwllheli
has no theatre such as we have here in Llandudno, I nevertheless had—I
won’t
say enjoyed—a holiday show, indeed an ongoing holiday show. Actually, it was a very bad performance, but
like most shows it certainly did illustrate life as we live it. The show, of course, was Parliament and the
performance of its “honourable” members.
We elect these men and
women to represent us in
Parliament, and I actually think they have represented us extremely
well! Not from a political point of view,
where I
think they have generally represented us poorly; and certainly not from
a
Catholic point of view, where I think this present Labour
administration,
including its former leader, has represented the Catholic Church so
badly,
indeed let the Catholic Church down so badly, that it no longer
deserves our
support or confidence.
Where I do think this administration has represented
us faithfully, (and not only this Labour Government but the rest of
them as
well), is in the sleazy and grubby way in which they have been behaving
with
regard to their financial benefits. There
have been some among our Parliamentarians who have steered clear of
this
exercise in greed, but they appear to have been few and far between. Equally few and far between would be the
ordinary persons living in our midst who would not have done exactly
the
same. This is why I say sadly that these
politicians do represent us.
As the side show to my holidays moved to what I considered
its middle point, the leaders of the Parties stood up and apologised
for what
had been revealed by the Telegraph. A
good old fashioned apology is always welcome and always clears the air. But these apologies were neither good nor old
fashioned. There was as much spin to
these acts of contrition as there has been spin on virtually every
recent
political issue. So insincere were these
admissions of guilt that if they had taken place in the confessional
the priest
would have had to withhold absolution!
The apology
ran thus: It wasn’t the honourable
members fault that they helped themselves to all this public money
which the
tax payer has to foot, no, not their fault at all: it was the fault of
the
system. For Brutus was an
honourable
man!
The next act in the play
was for their leaders to get all self-righteous (and competing with one
another
as to who could be the most so) and demand that the monies be restored
to the
public purse. This gave rise to
a rash
of such shows of self-justification on the part of the offending MPs,
that the
stomach was quite turned. As
though
writing a cheque absolved them totally, leaving no record of the fact
that they
had already proved themselves to be untrustworthy and therefore
unworthy of their
leadership role in society! For “to
those to whom much is given, much is expected”, in the words of Our
Lord, and
“the man who cannot be trusted in little things cannot be trusted in
great”.<>
The great British public
were incensed, leading to a massive outpouring of typical British
hypocrisy. Hypocrisy on the part of the
majority of the citizenship who would have done exactly the same if
they had
had half the chance, and hypocrisy on the part of the MPs who claimed
it was
not their fault at all but the system’s.
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The fault of
the
system. Actually it
was the fault of the system, but
not the system they referred to. It is
our whole social system which has gone wrong.
It has gone wrong because its fundamental constitution has been
ignored. We, our parliamentarians and
the vast majority of the public, no longer pay any heed to what God has
decreed, our Inventor who knows exactly what is good for us, both
individually
and socially, and who has given us a law to live by.
Instead, we behave according to our own
devices and desires. Society has
substituted the Owner’s Handbook, the Scriptures and the Church, for
the
simpleton’s “what-suits-me” attitude.
Today, what is right
and wrong for the majority of
people is what appears good for them at the moment, what they perceive
to be
immediately beneficial to them. So, if
you fancy a girl, you have sex with her, for that is what it pleases
you to do.
If you conceive a child and it is
inconvenient, you abort it, for that is what it pleases you to do. If you tire of your wife, you divorce her;
the fact you vowed before God to stick together through thick and thin
is
irrelevant, for this is what it now pleases you to do.
If your child prefers Sunday morning football
to worshipping God, then let him have his way, for that is what it
pleases him
to do. And so on and so forth.
It is only when people think others might find out or
disapprove of what they do that they start
to think twice. This fear of
disapproval
or punishment is, for very many people, the only rule governing their
behaviour. Do what you like, provided you
don’t get
found out. Cheat the tax man, steal,
behave loutishly, commit adultery, abuse your wife, drink yourself
silly with
cheap booze from the supermarket, but do not get found out. Good on the Telegraph for exposing these
Honourable Members of the Mother of all Parliaments for thinking in
this way.
These elected
members represent us because they are
no worse and no better than the average of us.
But better indeed we should be, and better we could be if we
realised
that morality is not a personal decision of mine, it is something that
exists
outside of me. There is a God-given way
in which we humans should behave, a way that is strictly for our own
real
benefit, a way that is revealed to us through our conscience and
clarified and
confirmed through the Scriptures and the Church. Our
society has lost all sense of this
objective morality and we must relearn it.
Good and evil do not depend on what I think, or what I consider
to be
good for me, or what I can get away with.
The Ten Commandments were cut in stone, remember.
Morality ultimately depends on God, and it is
because we as a society have lost sight of Him that we behave in the
way we
do. When will we ever learn?
God
bless you, Fr Antony Jones