“Let us say that the elders decide that they were going to paint the steeple orange, and all the rest of the congregation supported them in this embarrassment. You and your family were the only members who had not lost your minds. The arguments for doing this were beyond lame—William of Orange; good, hearty Protestant color; and so on. What you think about this travesty is honored by God. How you think about it may or may not be honored by God, depending on how much orange paint we buy, and whether or not it is fluorescent. Remember that being right about the orange won’t matter if the steeple of your heart’s sanctuary is painted black, with lightning bolts down the sides.”
Let the Stones Cry Out, pp. 49, 52