Random Notes
Tuesday, June 14, 2011 at 8:22AM | by Otter I'm reading and will soon write a review of The Shroud: I paid three dollars for the Kindle version, and I mean to get at least a blog-entry out of it since I can't decently ask for my money back. I was asked by a colleague whether I liked my Kindle yesterday, and I had to reply that it has the disadvantage that I can't hurl The Shroud against the wall.
This morning I read this blog-entry, which I pass on to RipChurch readers. The blog-site is directed primarily at Armstrongism and its excesses, but the entry calls on people sitting in the pews to put a price on preaching that's stupid, vain, and pernicious.
Hey. Nothing brings change like bad ratings.
Anyway, it's an if-the-shoe-fits-wear-it kind of thing, full of caricatures that are unfortunately too often true. There's a very funny, painful, and poignant analysis of Mrs. Benny Hinn's sermon collapse, and a terrific jab at Pat Robertson's bizarre behavior.
I've made a few additions and polishes to yesterday's entry on The Historical Adam, including a mention of Wheaton College's statement of faith.
Finally, by popular (?) demand, the Facebook Version of Riparian Church is now functional again.
Reader Comments (3)
Random fact: Benny Hinn was raised in the Eastern Orthodox tradition.
Interesting. Well I guess that's not too random since the blog you linked to speaks of Benny Hinn. I enjoyed reading that, by the way. The "Holy Ghost enema" had me rolling.
FASCINATING, Jamie! I had no idea Benny Hinn was EO at one time.
I'm not sure what to make of that... there's a novel in there someplace for somebody who wants to write it. The EOC has a tremendous memory embedded in its liturgies of the sorts of excesses that Hinn practices. Hinn without Orthodoxy is like a motorboat without a rudder.
O happy coincidence: as I was reading the blog you linked to, "Hallelujah" came on my shuffle.
And now I've been sitting staring at a transcription of the lyrics for the past 10 minutes because I can feel something hiding behind them, something important, waiting for me to find it; but I can't see what it is yet.