More of Mr Blair's Faith ramblings

This at the BBC. So, when he was 10, Blair's father fell seriously ill. Blair prays for his atheist father with his headmaster.

"I said to him 'Before we pray, I should tell you that my father, he doesn't believe in God.

"And I always remember the headmaster saying to me 'Well, that doesn't matter because God believes in him'".

He described the experience as having a "tremendous impact" on him.

The emotional trauma that a 10 year old has to endure when his father is seriously ill is a terrible thing. But if the impact of irrational words stays even after one grows up to be a influential politician, it is tragic and pathetic.

I am reminded of a scene in the novel Saturday by Ian McEwan. In one scene the highly sophisticated protogonist Henry Perowne, a neurosurgeon by profession, meets Mr Tony Blair at an art exhibition at Tate. Blair makes a blunder about the identity of Perowne. He thinks Perowne is a famous artist.

'I really admire the work you're doing,' Blair says. 'In fact, we've got two of your paintings hanging in Downing Street. Cherie and I adore them.'

Perowne disowns the identity immediately and watches as Blair's face betrays a momentary panic induced by the recognition of the blunder. But, it is only momentary.

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Having only peripherally kept up with the poodle, I do have to say that the incident does sound like fiction. I didn't think Blair was capable of recognizing his own blunders.

But, that is how much of faith works - find an emotionally vulnerable time and strike (not that this is how most people see it - they see it as trying to help when you are down, but the result is the same)