There’s old-time religion. There’s really old-time religion. And religion old as Genesis. There are trad bands called The Lagerphones playing gospel, English cathedral worship remembering Zion, and there’s our very presence together, alive to creation’s wonders, our losses and finds. Then there’s new-time consumer religion, wanting the whole package now. There’s really new-time religion, judging each clicked revelation on its screen. There’s new-time anti-religion, rejecting all religion, would crucify it all over again for its preposterous pretences. There’s supermarket religion, but watch the use-by date: November 2015CE. Or religion of purely personal desire, relearning Genesis in no time at all.