There are people, and this morning, when I was a much younger man, I would have counted myself among them, who believe that Christianity and great art go together like Bach and harpsichords. There is also a tradition of Christian painting that is not to be despised. But one look here seems to scrub out all of the beauty I have ever seen in churches or even in museums. I don't know why it seems worse than Catholic kitsch, but it does. It really does. Don't miss the mouseovers. Here's that address again. Have your credit cards at the ready.
And, in case that was not enough crazy for one evening, there is an effort under way to retranslate the Bible without all that liberal nonsense about forgiving your enemies (or anyone else, really). Many people will see many wicked things about this project, but I notice two crazy ones in particular: the fact that they appear to be translating from the Authorised Version into contemporary wingnut, rather than looking at anything in some greasy foreign language; and the idea that this can be done at a steady rate of four verses an hour. I mean, I take longer than that to translate poetry out of Swedish: wouldn't God expect some more respect for His work?
