"On the whole, I do not find Christians, outside the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of the conditions. . . . 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." -- Annie Dillard
Monday, March 11, 2013
A Mild Coincidence
Yesterday's homily at the local Catholic parish covered the reading on the Prodigal Son. Like other homilies on the subject that I've heard from time to time, it focused on the older brother, the one who stuck around and, when the younger brother came back, resented the party the father threw on his behalf. Oddly, the priest related this to the sinfulness of seething anger -- the moving force, as far as I can see, behind the "Anglican continuum". It's what David Virtue keeps stirring up on his blog, and what people like Stephen Smuts and Ms Gyapong keep pretending isn't there.