Punching Down
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- What joy it is to welcome you all on this glorious Sunday morning in Spring.
- I want to talk about toxic masculinity.
- Indeed, some of you have shared their distress regarding the Epstein files.
- 'Toxic masculinity' may appear to be a modern pandemic.
- The other day I heard a TV critic accuse a standup comedian - I think his name was Jimmy Carr - of ‘punching down’. #Well, sorry to disappoint you but toxic masculinity, along with pedophilia, human trafficking, grooming, sodomy and genocide have loomed large in the scriptures for thousands of years.
- Just take a peek at Joshua chapter 6: verses 20-21 and you'll see where I'm coming from.
- Well I don't know this Jimmy Carr character, but there's nothing funny about the ethics of laughter.
- It would be jolly bad form if I were to make fun of, say, someone with a disability.
- It would be most unkind to make fun of poor Pete Hegseth, or Robert Jenrick.
- And I would never laugh at Michael Macintyre just because his material isn't funny.
- As Jesus said - and here I paraphrase - "kindness is cooler than satire".
- Apparently, Jimmy Carr has no boundaries and 'punches down' all the time.
- How appalling it would be, if Jimmy Carr were to visit our church and to start 'punching down' on the lovely ladies who arrange the flowers.
- They are the kindest people you’ll ever meet.
- Take Daphnia for example. She is a dear soul but suffers terribly with deafness.
- She also has an unfortunate digestive problem that can trigger unexpected wind.
- We keep reminding her to wear her hearing aid but she’s dreadfully forgetful, too.
- As I adore the silence of a church, maybe deafness is a blessing.
- The solitude that silence brings can liberate the mind from the torrents of filth and trivia that have replaced art and culture in the UK.
- Silence lifts us up. Silence is merciful. Silence is golden.
- Silence carries us aloft through the ether.
- Calm your soul and you will experience the vastness of the universe and the infinite kindness of the Almighty.
- Well I’m not sure what Daphnia had eaten that day, but she let one go in the vestry.
- OMG it was a ‘sharer’!!!
- Poor thing has diverticulitis and really ought to wear charcoal underwear when she leaves the house.
- When I say 'sharer' I mean that that it was fully inclusive.
- We all got some.
- Indeed, it hung in the air like the Ghost of Christmas past.
- The aftermath of a full turkey dinner with peas, giblets and sprouts.
- Mercifully, the mothers and babies group had already departed, otherwise it could have been quite unpleasant for them.
- Then - blow me down - she dropped an even bigger one at the end of Evensong.
- Ok my sermon might not have hit the charts but I can’t recall a congregation leaving the church so quickly.
- So - Jimmy Carr - whoever you are…bring it on, chum!
- I doubt you’d be in a fit state to ‘punch down’ on anyone after one of Daphnia's bunker-busting bombshells.