On the whole, I do not find Christians,
outside of the catacombs, sufficiently sensible of 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, making 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
someday and take offence, or the waking god may draw us out to where we can
never return.
~Annie Dillard, from Teaching
a Stone to Talk
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