HT to Sandy the Psychiatrist and her brilliant insight that many forms of faith more closely resemble neurotic thinking.
Neurotic
no worry
nor wonder
refusing to feel bad
loose logic
rote responses
insulating himself with soft answers
blocking questions
ignoring the possibility that God is not there
avoiding a relationship with the Unpredictable
escaping reality
he sits in ordered isolation
Theology
Bob loved Sally
and it was great
she loved him back
which was wonderful
they married
and it was rapture
but when the flames died down
(as they inevitably will)
Bob knew
just what to do
he sequestered himself
in a shed behind their house
to write and think
and figure it all out
finally, after days and years
he appeared, smiling
clutching a heavy volume
(three, actually):
his Systematic Sally-ology
she was nonplussed
and even put out
but he barely noticed
as he rushed past her
to the print shop
to make many copies
insights into his beloved
explicating
what many had considered
mysterious
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Love the post.