“This is not really a theology issue . . . well, okay, it is. Everything is. But not theology theology . . . this is ‘how water isn’t dry’ theology.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 16
Introducing Sally
“It was a newer model sex android, from the looks of it, although she was completely dressed. She was decked out like a suburban housewife, a blue bandanna on her head just like it was moving day, and she was staring vacantly, straight ahead. Her lips had that come-hither pout, that sexy look, like she had just been hit in the mouth with a brick.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 14
As in a Decision
“We should never leave the pulpit without calling for a verdict.”
Olford, Anointed Expository Preaching, p. 77
And Without Any Insurance Coverage for That
“Some women are just plain gorgeous, and they don’t really know how to turn it off, but Stephanie was not like that. She was entirely secure without any make-up, and was routinely described as ‘that pretty girl,’ but whenever she decided to put on the Ritz, the effect was to summon up an oceanic goddess of beauty de profundis. And if she smiled at anything male while done up like that, he would probably be in the ICU for at least a couple of days.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 9
Don’t Start Driving If You Don’t Know Where You’re Going
“Before standing the pulpit you must decide what the sermon is to achieve.”
Olford, Anointed Expository Preaching, p. 76
Almost as Good
“When it came to the jargon of servant leadership, no one could even get near him.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 6
Green Needs a Word
“The lawn was so green that if green had a word in its semantic family like red does—that word being vermilion—only that word and no other would have sufficed. Well, maybe the green equivalent of incarnadine might have sufficed, if the light was good.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 5
That Kind of Dog
“The downtown area of Denver had gone rapidly to the dogs—and by ‘the dogs,’ the reference is not to show poodles owned by rich ladies or anything refined and decadent like that. Rather, the dogs that everything had ‘gone to’ would be more like the mangier packs that roam in and around the landfills outside Manila, the kind that would eat dead vultures and call it a treat.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, p. 3
Black Swans Are Invisible While Approaching
“Whenever something like this happens, as it has from time to time in the annals of geopolitics, any competent historian can, after the fact, show how the subsequent events that proved so momentous, and which crept up on everybody from behind, and which virtually no one predicted, were in actual fact some kind of inevitable. The whole thing was going to happen, somehow, someway. This kind of inevitability is a strange creature of time, being only visible from the rear and never from the front. Historians can see it clearly, but prognosticators, for some reason, cannot.”
Ride, Sally, Ride, pp. 1-2
In Need of a Crown
“Now when the doors at the back of the church swung open, and she fixed her eyes on Thomas, and saw him standing there upright, in a stern gladness, she felt like she was looking down on him from the top of an emerald cloud of joy that surrounded that rainbow in John’s apocalypse. The brilliant notes of the organ’s glory had swirled down the aisle toward the back of the church and washed around her feet like an incoming tide . . . As she advanced down the aisle, Savannah knew herself to be beautiful, and there was no conceit in it anywhere, for the beauty belonged to another entirely. She was the glory of another. Her head was waiting for her at the front of the church, a dear, kind man. But she was not approaching him as though he were a head in need of feet; rather, her waiting head was bare and needed a crown.”