Saville's god

“Now when I stand in front of the table…St Peter’s there and he says “You, you are not coming in”, and I’ll say “Why not?”, and he’ll say “Cos you, you’re a villain”, and he’ll show me the debit side, and I’ll say “Hang about”, and I’ll show him the credit side, and I’ll say “Does that mean anything?” And if he says “that means nothing” then I'll threaten to break his fingers!"

These ignorant and stupid words were spoken by the wicked predator and paedophile, Jimmy Saville. Raised Catholic, he clearly had sub-minimal understanding of the gospel, lazily thinking that heaven was determined by one’s good acts outweighing one’s bad. Even by that calculation, his fundraising and sponsored jogging would have needed to span millions of years to cancel his vile record, yet the popish bishops at his fawning funeral essentially said the same thing.

Saville must have been one of the most prolific sex offenders who preyed on vulnerable girls and boys while being a part of the very establishment charged with keeping them safe. Whether his successful fundraising for the Stoke Mandeville Hospital and other organisations was really an attempt to curry favour with the righteous God before whom he knew he would give account, or whether it was just a way of obtaining the publicity he so much craved, we cannot be sure. We can be more certain that this vile man will not be breaking ‘St Peter’s’ fingers, nor meeting the ‘god’ he regarded as "a real great guy", but rather the Living God, the dread Judge, who will sentence that evil man to what he so very much deserves. His victims were denied justice while he lived, but he shall now receive it in full measure, pressed down and over flowing, in death. Saville lazily thought that he would take to the judgement a list of all the good he has done: the arrogant fool.

Nothing in my hands I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling;

Naked, come to Thee for dress,

Helpless, look to Thee for grace:

Foul, I to the fountain fly,

Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

-AT