I know Christians who serve some terrible food
especially at lunches or coffee-after-the-service
sugar galore, stripped-for-action starches and ungodly fats.
And some of the pictures they show on Sundays
seem a little shallow or saccharine
in the manner of made-for-the-movies Jesuses.
Sometimes we sing belaboured melodies that
drag in the throat and juxtapose exquisite lyrics
alongside word pap and lite repetition.
But this might be a mercy
and saves some from the subtle
seductions of Epicurus and the Muses.