Wednesday, August 15, 2007

From the Desk of Saint Annie Dillard

Annie Dillard writes, "Does anyone have the foggiest idea of what sort of power we so blithely invoke? Or, as I suspect, does no one believe a word of it? The churches are children playing on the floor with their chemistry sets, mixing up a batch of TNT to kill a Sunday morning. It is madness to wear ladies' straw hats and velvet hats to church; we should all be wearing crash helmets. Ushers should issue life preservers and signal flares; they should lash us to our pews."

Have I mentioned that I'm a big fan of Annie Dillard's essays? She usually writes more about nature as symbols for life and living, but every now and then a sort of faith-ific kernal slides through so we fundies don't completely dismiss her as a liberal, cigarette-smoking heretic. *grins* (Yes, I'm kidding. Most fundies still dismiss her as a liberal, cigarette-smoking heretic.)

From this article.

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