Yesterday I read a story about the communion business in Ireland (that also got a mention on Pricewatch) – and what a lucrative little operation it seems to be.
In Ireland today, one in 20 of God’s little angels receives €1,000.
Do you hear that? It’s the sound of my blood curdling. If you strain hard enough, you may also be able to hear my cackling at the sheer idiocy of people today.
It makes no difference that I made my Holy Communion in Hong Kong, because people my age who made theirs here were treated the same. We received a few quid, if anything – probably enough to skip down to the shops and buy some sweets or a toy.
Skipping to the glorious year of 2009, I’m wondering what will cut through the fog of some people’s generally flippant attitude towards money. If these parents, aunts and uncles can let me know exactly what it is that their darling Child of Christ has done to merit such a monetary reward, (particularly against the backdrop of sinister economic times) I’d like the answers on the back of a postcard, please.
