....Featured speaker Frank Schaeffer (outspoken critic of his father Francis’ legacy) was more direct: “Certainty is the enemy of the truth.” Indeed, many wild goslings boasted they were “seekers who haven’t found the answers,” but were “looking for companions on each of our respective faith journeys.” Wild Goose “elder” Vincent Harding addressed the opening invocation to “Mother-Father God, Benevolent Being,” “the spirits of those who came before,” and “the spirit of the earth.” Observers might not know where this flock is headed, but it’s definitely not north....
....Opportunities for scatological humor aside, this insipid “Stuff White People Like” vibe resembles a Portlandia sketch more than a religious service. Apparently, the most important questions surrounding the sacrament aren’t about Christ’s presence and substance, but instead whether or not the ingredients are certified fair trade organic.
Empty people. Empty souls.
Since Frank Schaeffer is now also pro(cough)-”choice”, I suspect he’s one who, finding a butchered small body in a biohazard bag in a landfill, would find only the plastic offensive.
As his father would ask, "Are you certain of that?".
This needs a barf alert on the magnitude of Jack Nicholson in The Witches of Eastwick!
These neo-gnostics are full of the spirit — of antichrist that is...
How about this being a religious snipe hunt rather than a wild goose chase?
Life increasingly resembles a Michael O'Brien novel.
Hope these boneheads enjoy it while they can. Just pathetic.