... on the wall runs down, and to no purpose he breathes his last gasp, while the dusty curtain falls. It was no wonder that I walked to my hotel in despair. My faith said to me: "Thank God, this is not a picture of life." A shocking poem by Adrian Mitchell, "The Liberal Christ," might throw some light on how a person could miss the meaning of life: I would have walked on the water But I wasn’t fully insured. And the British Medical Association sent a writ my way With the first leper that I cured I would ...
