Interesting Article from Cambridge England

To see ourselves as others see us: Mike Good takes a sideways look at his membership of a ‘dying’ church

The well-known phrase in my title is the second line of the final stanza in Robbie Burns’ To a Louse, a poem which came to him one Sunday morning as he sat behind a well-dressed young lady in church and noticed a head louse roaming through the fancy bows and ribbons of her hat; for it is the supposedly lousy Church of England that I wish to consider here.