This not very witty, perceptive or insightful piece on why “God” is capitalised got me thinking about my favourite part of the Life of Pi:

I was fourteen years old and a well-contented Hindu when I met Jesus Christ on a holiday.

Father Martin served me tea and biscuits in a tea set that tinkled and rattled with every touch; he treated me like a grown-up; and he told me a story. Or rather, since Christians are so fond of capital letters, a Story.

And what a story. The first thing that drew me in was disbelief. What? Humanity sins but it’s God’s Son who pays the price? I tried to imagine father saying to me, “Piscine, a lion slipped into the llama pen today and killed two llamas. Yesterday another one killed a black buck. Last week two of them ate the camel. The week before it was painted storks and grey herons. And who’s to say for sure who snacked on our golden agouti? The situation has become intolerable. Something must be done. I have decided that the only way the lions can atone for their sins is if I feed you to them.”

“Yes, father, that would be the right and logical thing to do. Give me a moment to wash up.”

“Hallelujah, my son.”

“Hallelujah, father.”

I always loved that, “Christians are so fond of capital letters”. Of course, it is just Western society and not Christianity. We capitalise proper nouns and acronyms and in Germany they capitalise every damn noun they can find because Everything Is Important! God is in the small things, unless you’re talking about letters.

Your Correspondent, Just has a book of Scripture quietly waiting to say hello, as gentle and powerful as a little girl’s kiss on your cheek.

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