When the Europeans cleared away the debris and the carnage from their streets and fields at the end of World War II, they stopped to rest. They looked up and there was the Church, which had been complicit with the State in the xenophobia and the militarism and the nationalism that had killed so many millions of their family members and neighbors going back for the past several hundred years. And they looked at the steeple and the stained glass but they did not see Jesus anymore. They only remembered the helmets, scrawled with chalk.

Gott mit uns.

The priest swung open the door with a big smile on his face and said, “It’s safe now. God has saved us. The war is over. Come inside!” But they walked right past him and went home. And they haven’t come back to the Church since then, except for weddings and funerals.