Sing it Morgan.
It’s a complex song, Take Me To Church, and one of the few that can make both my wife and I weep reliably, especially when sung by the great Morgan James. It was penned by Irish Protestant weirdo, Hozier, in his parents’ Dublin area attic about his hatred of the Catholic Church’s teachings on homosexuality during the night of a bad breakup with one of his boyfriends. He believes it describes the hypocrisy of a Church regarding a natural act that he cherishes along with the irony in his perception that someone could see a natural act as evil. In his lyrics, he used the writings of brilliant atheist writer Christopher Hitchins, and others, to great effect and beauty.
Is every natural act beautiful? Hozier thinks it must be so. What he may not accept is that some of us recognize Jeffrey Dahmer’s acts, like Hozier’s, as perfectly natural. Yet they may still be grotesque and disordered. The irony we see, other than that of Hozier’s parents’ heterosexual love that provided the attic and produced the life that enabled his expression, is that God can take the ravings of a lovesick millennial and forge a beautiful lyric so universal that it can move almost anyone … if you just switch the roles. Like Ann Barnhardt once wrote, if you take everything that the wicked old crone Ayn Rand ever said and replace the word “Self” with “Jesus,” it becomes a work of genius and beauty.
We were all born sick, young Hozier. God literally must command us to be well. When we ask for it, that is when the tears come, and the angels weep with us.