My mother was a lovely woman, but she was no theologian. As a case in point, she often would say, “All religions can be reduced to love. It’s all about love.”
Now I’ll admit, it’s hard to argue against love. But there are all kinds of love. In fact, some of the worst acts in history have been committed in the name of love. As with most things, then, the devil is in the details.
At the risk of sounding like a heartless curmudgeon (though I was genuinely happy for the couple and pray they prosper), I found the sermon during the royal wedding this past Saturday to be decidedly wanting. This, despite the fact that everybody seems to be going gaga over it. Continue reading “On to the Omega Point”