I Could Be Wrong

From Summer Wakes the Bear Who Sleeps by Chicago church planter Aaron Youngren, in the chapter "Exposition: Thoughts on Modern Fundamentalism"...

The strangest modern dogma is found in these four words: "I could be wrong."

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How pitiable the 21st Centry martyr, who is stoned to death with nothing to say, but, "Behold! I believe that I see what my experience leads me to think is the opening of things that some call heaven, and what our theologians call the Son of Man, who seems to be standing at the right hand of what, in the Christian worldview, is commonly called God. I could be wrong."

Summer Wakes the Bear Who Sleeps

Just got Summer Wakes the Bear Who Sleeps by Aaron Youngren and Charles Perrault in the mail for review. It's a book of poetry, one-act plays, sermons, and essays from St. George Rides the Dragon Press. Intriguing. Aaron is pastor of The Line in Chicago.

“Ah, now I see. For this she sleeps. She sleeps the winter gone, as do all of her kind. She sleeps for rest.” “No. The sleep she has chosen is a sleep without rest, a sleep tormented, a sleep that ends in death.” So begins an exploration of human frailty through the lens of fairy tale, image, one-acts, ritual, and poetry. Along the way: volunteerism as modern indulgence and doubt as modern fundamentalism; a father who tries to be a brother, and a brother who won't let him; a heretical text; a ship's captain who wants nothing more than to leave his wife and children. “So you have done all, you have sent all, and still she did not turn. There is nothing more to be done.” “No. There is still one more to send.”