By Christopher. J. Coome
There is a certain privilege that comes with being a convert. Not only do we experience that hallowed “conversion moment,” but...
If religion continues to church-it-up in pretense and inside baseball, we become like Gilbert and Sullivan operettas: great good stuff, beloved by an ever-shrinking, self-congratulating group of lovely people.
If the development of doctrine were anything like musical performance, we could not imagine that "harmonic progression" would happen abruptly or lazily.
