Reader Michael Liccione writes:
I have a dream. In a ballroom-style hotel room, I gather 50 smart, pious people who each profess: “One doesn’t need a divinely authorized church to tell us all what God wants us to believe. All you need is the Bible and the Holy Spirit.” Then I seat them round ten tables and listen to their discussions of theology. Before long, some will say to others things like: “Your Christology is demonstrably false.” “You can’t be serious. We’re supposed to worship on Sundays, not Saturdays.” “If you ever lose your faith, you never had it.” In due course somebody will say: “You know, none of us are infallible. Let’s just all be tolerant.” At that point, I say to them all: “Q.E.D.” Finally, seeing them rush as one toward me, I wake up.
… as they rush on you, you realize they were zombies all along. 😉
May I suggest a title?: 28 Prays Later
I now return to my work filled with the inner glow that can be conferred only by the heady mix of smug self-satisfaction and the knowledge that I have sparked groans of anguish from a thousand mouths beneath two thousand rolling eyes.