“On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs,
sufficiently sensible of the conditions. Does anyone have the foggiest idea 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.
For the sleeping god may wake some day and take offense, or the waking
god may draw us out to where we can never return.”
[Annie Dillard, Teaching
a Stone to Talk, Harper & Row, 1982]
I love this quote! Well, maybe not every word but definitely the
middle part:
“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.”
Wow! What would that be like? Would we be able to
handle it? Would we experience this as
pure power or would we experience God’s love?
Both? Why don’t we experience this?
Something to
think about…
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