Jesus taught rather well without a degree from the college of education

DON’T call me a “Polyester Protestant”. There’s nothing flimsy about me. I’m an Irish Linen Protestant, woven with the blood, sweat and tears of my exiled Huguenot ancestors.

Were they really Huguenot? Picky, picky. They were Huguenot enough for me.

And so here I am, all those years later, a true Irish Protestant on both sides of the family for at least – oh — one generation. I am inside the pale of privilege and entitlement which the native Protestant population has carefully built around itself since the foundation of the State.