How often I have boasted, and listened to others boast, of an ability to see the world for what it is. But I am convinced I was never that strong — and, in all my life, I have met no person strong enough to look, unflinching, upon the full scope of horrors in this world for the space of a single, ghastly hour.
We all take refuge in distractions. If not religion, then politics, alcohol, entertainment, shopping, sugar, sex, etc. We’re all desperate to dull our consciences, and our consciousness of people like us in crisis; people we could help, if we were not such shamelessly self-serving beasts. The fact is, we accessorize with the flesh of the poor; what would put meat on their bones, puts rings on our fingers and ribbons in our hair.
If anything, religion, Christ, the saints, and other archetypes of sacrificial love, play the greatest role in bringing reality to mind. Perhaps that’s the true reason so many people despise them. After all, there are no atheist soup kitchens. I’m agnostic, but, I must confess, it seems to me that no alliance has done more charitable work in the world than the one we know as Christianity.