God doesn't need the protection of black belt theological defenders. But to the extent that God gets a kick out of anything, I suspect it has to do with the love we show one another and the awe with which we behold the universe.
One phrase comes to mind, time and again, when I think of Frank Schaeffer: 'THINK AGAIN.' Any time I think I have a handle on things theological, he seems to find the thread, hanging from the edges, and gives it a good, solid yank.
The reason so many liberal churches are empty or mostly populated with aging rationalists who seem to have a somewhat embarrassed attachment to religion, is that trying to reduce spiritual experience to something verifiable is a dead end.
The most wonderful tribute to Dad and to my book came many years later, last Sunday, when I got this email (used by permission of the writer) that really speaks to who Dad was and to the man I knew and loved. I've reproduce it here unedited.
I have something in common with Republican vice presidential nominee Congressman Paul Ryan: We were both friends with the late Congressman Jack Kemp. Today, some Republicans are comparing Paul Ryan to Kemp. That is a slur on Kemp.
My mother Edith Schaeffer herself was the greatest illustration of the divine beauty of paradox I've encountered. She was a fundamentalist living a double life as a lover of beauty who broke all her own judgmental rules in favor of creativity.
If you're not at the Wild Goose Festival this June you'll have missed the most important spiritual gathering in the US to take place in decades. Can a group of Christians save the reputation of Christianity from the "Christian" Right?
There seems to be a consistent pattern when it comes to the right wing leadership of American religion: The louder the protest against "the lack of morals," the more likely it has been that the person doing the protesting is mired in doubt.