What I want to make clear, though, is that today when I was refraining from yelling in polity, I didn’t want to yell about polity. What I am finding, although we’re still very very early in the book of order, is that the polity of my denomination suits me extraordinarily well. I don’t want to say peculiarly well, because I haven’t studied the polity of another denominations, but everything save one single point has been either something that I openly and fully embrace, or something that I happily accept as an arbitrary but acceptable solution to an open question. What I was yelling about, or rather refraining from yelling about, is an issue with the institutionalized church as a Sunday morning club, and then how it laments about how people won’t become members, if they come at all, and how blind it is to why that might be.
To respond to my own tagged rhetorical question, I want to join an institution that drives me up the wall because of what it says we make the institution for in the book of order, and because of the tiny occasional glimpses I get of the potential of that institution to be great.
“If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.”
Refraining from yelling in polity.
- Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
- Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
- Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
- Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
- Cookies: Freudian psychology.
- Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
- Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.
- Ice: The sweet release of death.
Do you ever sit in a roomful of liberal Protestants like “Does nobody have any sense of concrete religious obligation but me?”