Open letter to the Archbishop of Canterbury

Dear Archbishop,

Recently, you have spoken of the plight of Coptic Christians in Egypt and Syria. Indeed you have exhorted them to flee and asked Christians, everywhere, to pray for them.
Archbishop: Mr Welsby: Justin: do you imagine that they have not already prayed. Do you not already believe they have spent every waking moment on their knees praying for divine intervention? Your entreaties remind me of Job wondering why your God seems to ignore his pleas for respite from his troubles. Rest assured that unlike Job, you will not be getting a personal call but take comfort in the fact that, were He to grace you with His presence, God will only tell you that it is not for you, merely a worm, to question the creator of heaven, earth and the firmament. For all your prayers, like the Jews at Auschwitz, there will be no reprieve for the Christians in Moslem countries.

As women are raped, children orphaned and men slaughtered by the tens and hundreds of thousands for their religious beliefs is it not time to think again? You are new to your job; so too the Pope and the recently appointed Rabbi. Can you not dare, along with the Imams, at this pivotal time, to consider that you are wrong and put an end to this madness.

We have just celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of Martin Luther King's famous speech. Can I tell you, Archbishop, that I, too, have a dream. Yes, I have a dream that when my grandchildren grow up the world will be rid of religious dogma that has caused so much bloodshed; that all the Abrahamic religions will follow the way of the Roman and Greek pantheons; that the God of Abraham will join Zeus and Mars as mythical characters that have no real relevance in the twentyfirst century.
I have a dream that all the cathedrals, mosques and synagogues will welcome all people, not with priests but with curators, to celebrate the glory of mankind. Places where the visitors can marvel at the beautiful architecture, wonder at the fine art and thrill to the sound of beautiful music by such as Foure, Gounod and Bach. These would be places to uplift the spirit and offer real hope to those who seek reassurance, not from an absent and negligent (because he really is not listening) supernatural potentate, but from their fellow man. There are an awful lot of good people out there.

Kind regards,
Kevill Davies