Sunday 30 December 2012

When a High Court judge says that the Third Commandment isn't important to Christian belief, it's time to start looking for the nearest catacomb...



Mr Justice Langstaff ruled on the case of Celestina Mba, a Christian care-worker, who was forced to leave her job after being repeatedly scheduled for work on Sundays despite having her employers having been told before they hired her that, as a Christian, she would not work on Sundays. Despite the evidence that other workers were  able and happy to cover Sundays, and therefore no business case could be made for compelling Ms Mba to work on Sunday, The High Court judge said " Christians have no right to decline working on Sunday as it is not a “core component” of their beliefs"

Presumably he's never heard of the Ten Commandments.



The Telegraph's report says 

Mr Justice Langstaff, who as president of the Employment Appeal Tribunal is the most senior judge in England and Wales in this type of case, upheld the lower tribunal’s ruling which said it was relevant that other Christians did not ask for Sundays off. 
The fact that some Christians were prepared to work on Sundays meant it was not protected, the court said.



So if we can discard the Ten Commandments as being a core part of Christianity, what else wouldn''t count as a "core componant" of Catholic belief in a court simply because lots of people who call themselves "Catholic" do or do not do them?... The mind boggles.

None of this is particularly surprising - if anything I'm amazed that it took so long. I was saying that exactly this would happen only a few months ago to Mr Annie-Elizabeth, and he thought I was sounding paranoid. Ha! I very rarely wish I was wrong (like most wives, I'm rarely wrong - I think almost always being right is a special dispensation of grace that comes to wives with the sacrament of marriage) - but in this case I sincerely wish I was wrong. 

Want to get really paranoid? Look at prime office space in Central London,  lying empty for two days out of seven: it's astounding that there isn't more call for a 7 day business week. The argument would be made,  initially, as it was with Sunday opening (but quickly recinded), that nobody would be forced to work on a Sunday.The NHS is toying with the idea of implementing a 7 day working week, Sunday shopping is the norm, and Sunday is no longer special (or even relevant according to the High Court) then what barrier is there to all businesses slowly adopting an "efficient" 7 day model. Of course people would be given two days off together: they just wouldn't be the weekend as we know it. Childcare? Come on, there's nothing the government would love more than getting their ideological paws on the nation's children for even more hours a week. Think of the opportunities! A seven day working week would allow full-time mothers - those scourges on the nation's economy - to work on the days when their husbands were at home. In time they could be persuaded to synchronise work patterns and give up any loony ideas of influencing their offspring. Hell, the state schools will do a much better job. And yes, I did mean, Hell.

Well, with this pretty picture of dystopia-not-quite-yet here I'm off to dig a catacomb, and it may not simply be a metaphorical one. Isn't it about time you considered doing the same?

All quiet on the blogging front...

...not necessarily through choice over the past few weeks. We had a rather tumultuous month in November -   involving illness, injury and most upsettingly our beloved Bull Terrier having to go back to her breeders forever for reasons that were neither her nor our fault. After much heartbreak the last thing we needed was a criminal drama, but that's what to got in the form of a burglary on the night of 29th November: I was at home alone with the children  (Hubby was away on business) and came down in the morning to find the conservatory doors forced, the house ransacked and our van stolen. Every electronic item that worked was taken - including a 12 year old video camera containing old film of our children when they were younger. My laptop with all our family photos from the previous six months (which hadn't been backed up), and the brand shiny new iPad that I used to blog from Rome earlier in the month. I had been using it that evening to refresh the children's memory of the Alma Redemptoris Mater - I had pulled up the manuscript and we had been singing it along with sound files from a monastary and I'd been congratulating myself on being an exemplary mother ;-) Ah, pride and falls...

I can see an end to the admin - detectives, insurance companies, replacing items - and life is starting to feel as though it's back on the track labelled "as normal as it gets around here"...

...so expect the blog to get back to regular irregular posting from here on in.

Belatedly wishing my readers a happy and holy Christmastide,

AE xx