RICHARD LITTLEJOHN: Woke Hymn Number 69… Silent Night, Holy Night, All the trains, Are on strike
Hallelujah! Finally, a church leader has found the courage to speak out against the work cult, which doesn’t even get a day off at Christmas.
Cardinal Vincent Nichols, Britain’s most senior Catholic minister, has criticized the rewriting of traditional Christmas carols to reflect the modern obsession with “diversity” and identity politics.
His anger was directed at a Church of England service where an “inclusive” version of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” was being performed.
The updated lyrics included the lines “God rest you queer and questioning” and “God rest you too women wiped out by men”.
Cardinal Nichols, the Archbishop of Westminster, said religious rituals, formed over centuries, are vital and should not be overturned just to gratify an “unbiblical agenda”.
Significantly, it took a Catholic priest to condemn the interference of bright activists who want to reshape the world according to their own fashionable biases.
Hallelujah! Finally, a church leader has found the courage to speak out against the work cult, which doesn’t even get a day off at Christmas
That’s a good thing, because there’s no point in expecting the Church of England to uphold traditional values.
Today Anglican ministers, from top to bottom, spend most of their time lecturing us on racism, sexism, climate change, gay rights and asylum seekers.
God gets little insight, let alone the views of their dwindling band of middle-aged parishioners.
Just this week Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby stepped up his attack on the government’s modest plan to treat migrants from the other channel in Rwanda.
No doubt he’ll be singing “God rest you, queer and questioning” with gusto after delivering his Christmas sermon on why striking ambulance drivers deserve a 30 per cent raise. How long before midnight mass at the Abbey is there YMCA by the Village People and (Sing If You’re) Glad To Be Gay by Tom Robinson?
Cardinal Vincent Nichols (pictured), Britain’s most senior Catholic minister, has criticized the rewriting of traditional Christmas carols to reflect the modern obsession with “diversity” and identity politics
Just this week Archbishop of Canterbury Justin Welby stepped up his attack on the government’s modest plan to treat migrants from the other channel in Rwanda
Elsewhere, climate activists sang specially adapted Christmas carols outside the offices of Tory MP Robert Courts in Witney, Oxfordshire, the former seat of Call Me Dave.
The words had been changed to raise awareness of global warming. I think that rules out In The Bleak Midwinter for starters.
Even though we’ve already experienced the coldest winter in nearly 14 years (© Rod Stewart), warmists still claim we’re just a nanosecond away from a global conflagration.
What made me laugh out loud was the photo in the Oxford Mail of them holding their vigil. They all wore thick coats, bobble hats, gloves and scarves and warned that the earth was about to collapse.
They obviously missed the irony. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to track down her new lyrics to old Christmas favorites. So I figured I’d best come up with a few wake-up words of my own, tailored to modern sensibilities.
The people who rewrote God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen obviously missed a trick.
By changing it to “god rest queer and scrutinizing,” they may have grossly offended vulnerable members of the nonbinary community.
Actually it should have worked:
God rest you, happy sexual fluids,
Both lesbian and gay
We welcome here all beliefs,
And those who define themselves as “they”.
He or she, we might not care
your pronouns, girl or boy,
O message of comfort and joy,
girl or boy,
Oh, tidings of comfort and joy!
You can imagine Welby belting that out from his pulpit. And now, dear ones, we turn to hymn number 69, Silent Night.
Silent Night Holy Night,
all trains,
Strike,
Even Virgin and LNER,
I hope you don’t have to go far
Stay on Birmingham New Street,
Stay on Birmingham New Street.
And now a special anthem dedicated to our striking paramedics…
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way
You don’t get an ambulance
This side of Christmas Day
Oh jingle bells jingle bells
Don’t dial 999,
A&E is closed again,
We’re on the picket line.
This is the time of the year that we remember that Mary and Joseph made the perilous journey to Bethlehem to seek refuge from persecution.
Her story parallels the plight of millions of displaced people today. So please sing hymn number 34 with me…
I saw three dinghies sailing in
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
I saw three dinghies sailing in
Morning on Folkestone beach…
And what was in those dinghies three?
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And what was in these dinghies three,
Half past two in the morning?
Another gang of Albanians,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And a few dozen Iranians
Like every morning…
They were brought ashore by Border Force,
On Christmas day, on Christmas day
And of course taken to a hotel,
On Christmas Day morning…
The week Lord Nonce shamed the lords
The nonce finder general slipped under the radar into the lords this week.
The fact that Tom Watson was even nominated for a peerage tells you all you need to know about Starmer’s respect for decency and his alleged dedication to the House of Lords purge. This week the Lords and the Labor leader died of shame.
Starmer has proven unfit for the post, as has his slimeball sidekick Watson.
The Met Office blames increased power demand from widespread WFH for the prospect of rolling blackouts this winter. They didn’t see the recent cold snap coming either.
Your predictions are no more reliable than looking out the window in the morning. Still, we’re expected to swallow their doomsday warnings about climate change.
Why should we believe them when they tell us what will happen 25 years from now when they have no idea what will happen this time next week?
What can I say? Thank you again for your support and fabulous contributions over the past year, especially for your overwhelming kindness when Mum passed away in March. I say it every Christmas, but this column really wouldn’t be the same without you. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year from Gary and I. In a few weeks everyone will be back on the bus.
