I, Monster

I love my pastor. He has the most eclectic tastes of anyone I've ever known. Except in his theology.

He loves bluegrass music. He also loves Pink Floyd (?!). He once cited all seven verses of Bob Dylan's "You're Gonna Have to Serve Somebody" in a sermon. Dylan is right of course.

So Billy is reading Mary Shelley's book, "Frankenstein."  In his introduction to yesterday's sermon, he speaks of the passage in the book where the creature sees his own reflection  for the first time. In a pool of water. And discovers that he is a monster: essentially a dead thing, but animated somehow with the spark of life.

We then stand, as always, for the reading of God's Word. First we pray, then Billy reads Romans 3:9-20.

These words leapt off the pages of my Bible at me:

...there is no one who does good,
not even one.
Their throats are open graves;
their tongues practice deceit.
The poison of vipers is on their lips.
Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.
Their feet are swift to shed blood;
ruin and misery mark their ways,
and the way of peace they do not know.
There is no fear of God before their eyes.

See what I mean?


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