Sunday, November 9, 2008
The Quiet Man
There is a gentle man in the village, full of simple green living and the simple pleasures of life. He doesn’t drive, doesn’t drink, and doesn’t eat meat. If he needs to go anywhere he rides his bicycle – and what that man can carry on a bicycle many men couldn’t manage in a car – or takes the train.
Added to that he’s converted his house to run on solar electricity and hasn’t had an electricity bill since February. Cats adore him and his garden is a haven for wildlife. To coin a modern buzzword, he has a negative carbon footprint.
He has no television – content with the radio and reading books of all kinds. He spends an hour a day in quiet meditation. And he’s celibate.
And that’s the problem. I can’t get him on a single sin. My tempting is utterly fruitless.
He’ll still end up in Hell, of course, on the Almighty’s almighty sub-clause: “You could have believed in God.”