I've no plans to see "Disney's" A Christmas Carol ("Disney's"?), nor, for that matter, Mr. Downey, Jr's, effort at The Great Detective, a movie likely to induce in me brain fever at best, a rare coolie disease, fatal in 4 days, at worst, but I could not but think of Mr. Dickens' A Christmas Carol as I read about the Bishop of Repton's peculiar comments on Christmas cheer. Bearing in mind that this report is from The Telegraph, I did look for the original article, in vain. The Bishop seems to be saying that the presence of any secular sorrow whatsoever is reason for us to give up on Christian hope. Odd thought in a bishop.
Bear in mind that Mr. Dickens, no Christian in any overt or classical sense, hits a couple of things square on. Scrooge is brought by supernatural means to see the misery he has been forging for himself, and he chooses to change his way of life. His "salvation" is certified, not by elaborate self-denial or asceticisms, but by sitting down to a meal. Bob Cratchit, certainly one of the world's oppressed, with too many mouths to feed, a desperately ill child, and a perennial finalist in the World's Worst Boss competition for an employer, observes Christmas with care and rebukes his wife for her uncharitable comments about Scrooge. This is sort of the opposite to Bishop Southern's suggestions. One suspects that Bob Cratchit has influenced far more people than Humphrey Southern, rightly reverend or not, ever will.