Diarmaid MacCulloch: A Story of Birth, Death & Rebirth
‘I was a country parson’s son,’ he recounts. ‘I had a wonderful childhood in this ridiculous Tudor and Regency mansion in Suffolk. It really was Christendom. But it died while I was a boy.Which was sad because my dad was a good priest and I bought into the whole thing.’ Though few had as much engagement with the faith as MacCulloch, there was a time, not so long ago, when even the most sceptical of Britons shared a language inherited from Christianity so all pervasive that it was barely noticed, but much of this has disappeared. MacCulloch is very much aware of this.
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