This beautiful picture shows a group of devout Christians, joined together as they harness the power of Jesus into their lives. Because Jesus died to save us. And if ever a group of people needed saving, you’re looking at ‘em. Because the alternative view of this photo is that it’s a group of hypocritical sycophants worshipping the Lord Trump. Himself a total fucking hypocrite unless you can reconcile ‘grabbing ‘em by the pussy’ with a life of adherence to the moral standards laid down in God’s laws.

I have no trouble with ‘true believers’ and their rights to pray. Whether that’s on your knees at bedtime, prostrating yourself towards Mecca 5 times a day, beating yourself with thorny sticks or tying little boxes on your arm and head when you wake up in the morning. Live and let live.

But what makes me cringe is a posed ‘pray in’. A photo-op for your Instagram page. Or Truth Central page. Why are they all holding Trump, FFS? As if he is the re-incarnation of Christ. Which he may believe, but no-one else does. Other than the suck-ups in the Oval Office. These are the people declaring wars all over our planet. Ok, I’m not necessarily opposed to any of those wars. But they can’t be about religion, or driven by prayer. Then it all becomes a ‘crusade’. And praying to God before, let’s face it, murdering lots of people, seems a bit desperate. It’s like Spurs fans praying to God for help, as we’re all currently doing. The difference is; we know He has abandoned us. And Pete Hegseth, for all his alleged devotion, looks like a man abandoned by God too. Maybe he’s a closet Spurs fan.

You wanna pray; be my guest. But I don’t think you need to show the world. We’re not impressed. It wreaks of insincerity. And HE will know. Amen.

So much has happened this week. War started, planes grounded, travel disrupted, football teams (almost) relegated. And yet, I went into work four days on my e-bike. That makes up for a shit-load of missiles dropped on Tehran. And I only prayed every time I rode a red light (praying that there were no police around) and every time I overtook a bus on the inside. Actually I don’t do that. I’m daft but not stupid.

And my prayers must have been answered in some way because it was just about dry enough for tennis this morning. So He looks after me, but not Trump. As it should be.

Happy Sabbath Day

A xxxx