Faith In Its Purest Form.
I read this in The Sun today.....
Nick Wallis suffers from Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy and is confined from a wheelchair. He's 22 and, after failing to meet anyone special at University, deciding he didnt want to die without experiencing sex.
So he approached staff at the Christian Foundation Hospice where he spends much of his time and asked them to book him a prostitute.
Which after much consultation, they duly did.
Sister Frances, founder of the Oxfordshire-based hospice says: "Yes, I am a nun. But first and foremost I'm a human being. My God is one of suprise. Jesus never ceased to amaze people's expectations - especially the religious - and I challenge anyone who has not walked in his shoes, who has not lived with what he does, to judge him"
And there you have it. Religious faith in its purest form, as it was always meant to be, practised by someone fundamentally good, flexible to the point of view of others, and non judgmental.
It hammers home how many religions in modern Britain have now been hijacked by those who use its name to bully others, judge harshly those who don't comply to their thinking, and at worst, actually inflict harm or death.
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