Young people apparently love Buckfast – the wine, that is, not the monastic life of prayer and hard work. They meditate, all right, but only on where and when they will get their next drink.
Click here to read an article on the subject and ask yourself if these monks are the kind of shining examples of self-sacrificing men that our ever more selfish and sensual world craves – or are they making things worse? Living in Glasgow, where the rottweillers go around in pairs, especially after the pubs close, I know what I think. What do you think?
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