Today, as I ate my lunch at McDonald's, minding my own business, I saw a clatch of gals dressed in Sunday finery. As they were leaving, one of them approached me and began an affected conversation about my netbook. She began reaching into her bag and I said, "Watchtower?" She said, "why yes." She then proceeded to extol the wonders of being a a Jehovah's Witness. I stopped her short and let her know I was fully aware of her boring un-orthodoxy:
- Canned worship services that contain artificial question and answer discussions that end up belching out answers from their publications and singing songs with pre-recorded soundtracks.
- Adherents, decked out in their Sunday best, shambling slowly and aimlessly from house-to-house.
- A boring and predictable God who judges like we would.
- An apocalyptic future that contains men and women wearing polyester suits.
- A Jesus who is so accessible he's not mysterious at all...he's just an angel-dude.
It all reminded me of Chesterton's words from "Orthodoxy":
To have fallen into any one of the fads from Gnosticism to Christian Science would indeed have been obvious and tame. But to have avoided them all has been one whirling adventure; and in my vision the heavenly chariot flies thundering through the ages, the dull heresies sprawling and prostrate, the wild truth reeling but erect.