Dear John and Doves,

Dear Doves,
Living as I do in England, I seem to be surrounded by this Olympic madness. I’ve been appalled by how many Christians I know who seem to be getting excited by this pagan event. Some have even joined the throng on the streets to watch as some fool runs by with a golden gas lighter. It is clear that competitive sport is the one idol many Christians just can’t seem to give up. I live in a rural village in West Oxfordshire and our local parish church started ringing their bells at 08.00 this morning – they clearly couldn’t wait until the appointed time to summon the forces of darkness. I have no intention of watching any part of the Olympics (except a rather funny TV series now in it’s third season, about the Olympic Deliverance Committee and their bungling attempts at organising this sorry event called “Twenty Twelve”). The whole thing appears to be cloaked in symbolism of a very dark nature, which is not surprising considering it appears to be inspired by Shakespear’s occultic play “The Tempest” which features a magician called Prospero who summons a spirit called Ariel. Strangely enough, the London headquarters of the BBC, Broadcasting House, built in 1932, features a prominent statue above the main entrance, not, as one might suppose of Marconi or some other radio pioneer, but of Prospero and Ariel.  I can’t wait to get out of here – Maranatha.

Dave Baxter