BEATS OF LOVE
176. Reverend Black Grape by Black Grape
THE MISSUS was in Nigeria for Ma's funeral when Lent began. To compound matters, I had her physical ID with me and couldn't establish, despite asking two solicitors, whether she still needed it to travel back now that everything had gone digital.
It was just under twenty years ago, on Good Friday 2006, that I went back to church. Attended as many masses as I could this Lent. What I'd braced myself to endure became, quietly, the most sustaining thing I've done all year.
Some parishioners wear their politics and their faith as one garment. I wear this tune as mine, the last great TOTP moment, lampooning the hypocrisy of organised religion whilst sounding funky as hell.
The Jesus I know hates the commodification of religion, encouraging instead heart-led relationships over rule-led ones of obedience. Two self-confessed smack heads who had been all but written off, drawing on their catholic and gospel heritages to subvert both the religious messaging and season; create the finest comeback single bar none. That is a testament to what faith, in its broadest sense, can still produce. Danny Saber, take a bow. Heart led and unruly. The results are miraculous.
Course the missus got back with just digital ID. My Lenten prayers quietly answered.
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