Waves

I was amused yesterday to read about the Turks digging up Christian churches. So we, nominally Christians, dig through the remains of the various waves of pagans who passed through our land, while the Turks, who mostly really are Muslims, dig through the remains of the various waves of pagans who passed through their land, with one of those waves being the Christians.

From where I moved on to the ebb and flow of Christianity in these islands, coming to the conclusion that it had never completely died out, once it had arrived from Rome, back in the times of the Roman occupation. It washed across to Ireland, which the Romans never really bothered with, and survived there to wash back to us during the dark ages. Along with further waves of renewal from the Continent.

The picture, of Saint Patrick, comes from a church in Junction City in Ohio. Possibly the work of one Nheyob, but he or she remains in the dark.