So, wait a second. Let me get this straight.

In London, they’ve decided that St. Paul’s Cathedral, which has towered over the city for centuries, is now going into business with a nightclub. Not just any nightclub, mind you. Fabric. The very same superclub that was shut down a few years ago because teenagers were literally dying of drug overdoses on the dance floor.

Think about that for just a second.

St. Paul’s Cathedral has signed a four-year partnership with Fabric. And what’s the excuse? Well, naturally, it’s about “diversity” and “reaching new audiences.” Because when you think of the eternal salvation of human souls, what you really need is a throbbing bassline from a venue famous for ketamine casualties.

And of course, London’s mayor, Sadiq Khan, was thrilled. He jumped on social media to cheer it on, asking everyone to name a “more iconic duo.” Which prompted Douglas Murray to ask a completely fair, perfectly obvious question that nobody in charge will ever answer: “London Central Mosque is also an iconic venue. When’s the rave?”

Yeah. Exactly. When is the rave at the mosque? You already know the answer to that. You aren’t allowed to ask, and they certainly aren’t going to do it.

Bishop Robert Barron pointed out that the people running the Church of England have entirely lost their minds. They don’t know the difference between the sacred and the secular anymore. They look at a 300-year-old house of God and think, You know what this needs? A ambient light show and some artisanal cider.

Our ancestors built these spaces to disorient you with beauty, to remind you that there is a God and you are not Him. But the modern managers of the West? They look at holiness and they feel a deep, burning urge to vandalize it. Why? Because they hate it.

This weak effete strain of Christianity will die off. What’s left will determine the future of the world.