Ten More Birthdays Is All

“Few spectacles are sadder than all those soi-disant responsible Christians, the ones who have been chiding and rebuking me for years over my strictly Pauline views of slavery. Neither have a they appreciated my understanding of what actually resulted from the War between the States. Their version of their concern is that I have been needlessly opening the Church up to unhelpful charges of racccciiiisssm But you know what will actually condemn every last Christian as a vile and incorrigible racist? Just ten more birthdays, that’s all. The game that is being run on you people is plain and obvious, and you still refuse to see it. May the good Lord hasten the day when He gives you back your eyes.”

Mere Christendom, pp. 62-63

How Centuries Sanitize Things

“So in this powder key called Jerusalem, what did Jesus do? Did Jesus come in to pour soothing oil on troubled waters? No, He went into the Temple, for crying out loud, and started flipping over tables . . . We call it the cleansing of the Temple, of course, because it is thousands of years in the past, and we read a bronze plaque about it in the Museum of Heroic Bygone Deeds. What would we call it if it had happened last week? Vandalism? Performance art? Prophecy without a permit?”

Mere Christendom, pp. 54-55