The best observation to come out of the Hame vs. Nye debate the other evening comes from the Twitter account of Larry Hobbs. There are just so many places to go with this I don’t even know where to start.
“Are you keeping the law?” screams the fundamentalist. Guilt. Shame. Weariness.
“The greatest commandment is to love. I try my best to love,” I reply. Freedom. Joy. Strength.
“But if you truly love God then you’ll keep all his commandments and submit yourself to every ordinance of man!” cries the fundamentalist in triumph. Chains. Captivity. Disquiet.
“Ah, but the whole law is fulfilled in one word: “You shall love your neighbor as yourself.” Simplicity. Grace. Peace.
And so the fundamentalist turned away without another word. Angry. Confused. Unyielding.
For my very last post on My Obama Year project I try to sum up how my views have changed over the year.
We started the week with Sam so it only seems appropriate that we end it with Steven.
You know, given their propensity for honorary doctorates, I’m surprised that fundamentalists haven’t created their own alternative to the Oscars so they can give awards to their low-budget film efforts.
Today’s challenge is to recall a memory from a wedding in fundyland,either your own or someone else’s.