"Struggling with my atheist faith..." Hmmm. Well I don't know whether there's a God or not. I don't know whether there was a Jesus or not. Come to think of it, I don't know whether there was a Noah with an ark, whether there was a Robin of Sherwood, a Sir Lancelot or a Jason and the Argonauts. I'm a bit clearer with Harry Potter, Sherlock Holmes, the Hobbits and the Archers. But when I say I don't know, it doesn't mean I sit squarely atop the fence, one leg either side. Struggle wouldn't be the right word. A bit of doubt here and there if the evidence doesn't always quite stack up, and, as we know, truth can be stranger than fiction. But I'm happy with that. It means I'm using my brain. I recommend the approach. God would recommend it to you too, pete. After all, fancy him giving you a mighty brain that you then refuse to use. Put it right, pete. You're insulting the Big Man Upstairs, I reckon. As for the relevance of this to the topic at hand, well I don't want a bunch of bishops who also don't use their brains, or use them the wrong way, "helping" to run the country.