Holy Fathers, Dancing Dads

Since the latest minuscule concessions to second-order souls don't seem to have turned the trick, the Church of England is striving for yet further relevance by holding disco events in Canterbury Cathedral. Certain elements in the Church have expressed misgivings, fearing that the truth of Christ, the beauty of grovelling and the goodness of gay-baiting will be belittled and profaned to an even greater degree than that so far accomplished by the General Synod. Some even fear that filling the great stone boast with the strains of the Spice Girls might hint unduly that Christians, or anyway Anglicans, don't take their faith or their real estate seriously. In this as in much else, the conservative faction is behind the times; even unto the moral advances perpetrated by their pet Iron Age fundamentalist, who was fairly unequivocal about storing up treasure on earth. If Christians took their faith seriously, they would sell their cathedrals and give the profits to the poor, and then wander the land as beggars doing conjuring tricks.