Tonight I am counting my blessings, by which I mean that I am making imaginary comparisons with imagined others, whose circumstances I can only imagine.
John has put up a load of crucifixion images which relate to the abuse - in one way or another - of children. The artist is from Cuba, a country which, for the last 50 years or so, has not been known for its sympathy toward Christians, homosexuality, or anything else which could be seen to fly in the face of the revolutionary father's vision of society.
I keep finding out that some of the most extraordinary, ordinary, bog-standard people I know just happen to be quiet Christians.
I could name them and you would recognise their names, but - what the hell - what difference would it make?
You don't have to be a church-goer to have Christian values, and you don't even have to be a Christian either.
Don't worry, I am not turning into a God-botherer.