I figured I'd post while I still have electricity; I don't expect to for much longer since Englewood can lose power if someone sneezes particularly hard while outdoors. Because classes have been cancelled for Monday and Tuesday, I'll be riding out Hurricane Sandy in Englewood with my Sandy. I was due to preach at Miller Chapel at the seminary tomorrow, but that won't be happening; I'll be rescheduled for another day.
In the meantime, I'm just waiting for Sandy...who's downstairs preparing a late night snack. Oh, and Sandy, who's starting to make some noise outside.
The Great Divorce by C.S. Lewis is not among my favorite books, but in it he does highlight one eternal truth: some people prefer a self-inflicted, self-contained misery to an experience of grace. As an extremely brief synopsis, the main character is taken on an eschatological bus ride, during which he meets many fellow travelers, each of whom carries a perpetual cloud of cantankerousness over themselves. The bus departs from a land of dreary grays and eventually arrives at what is basically the Microsoft Windows wallpaper--rolling hills, green fields, blue skies--rich colors and lush scenery all around. Despite the improvement in their surroundings, his fellow travelers continue to find things to complain about. In fact, their bodies cannot physically adjust to the beauty of their new surroundings. While wandering through the greenery they discover that they are, in fact, ghosts who lack corporeal bodies. They cannot acclimate to the weightiness, the substantiveness of this new rea...
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