![]() On Mother’s Day, we had just finished the book of Esther, so I was hopeful. Rather than preaching topically, this football pastor had decided that the entire church (which may not be fully of mega-church size, but is by no means small) would read through the Bible together in a year, like you do, and he would pull the sermons from our reading assignments. That just happens to be something about which I tend to get pissed off at churches. In fact, this book brings up a couple of stories I have about churches, so I should probably say as a disclaimer that Gaudy Night is not religious at all in its topic, but deals mostly with the role of women in society. I say all of this because the ultimate falling-out I had with the pastor of that church reflects the central conflict of the great and wonderful mystery story, Gaudy Night, so I’m going to use this review as a venue to air my grievances, which will hopefully be entertaining enough that you can bear with me. ![]() ![]() Sometimes it’s better to go with what you know, even if it’s very little. When I say it now it doesn’t sound like a very good idea, but I did a lot of things at that time that sound stupid now. ![]() A couple of years ago I thought (as a gesture to God saying something like, “Hey, we don’t disagree about everything and anyway what do I know about life?”) that I would start going to a certain church where the pastor was an ex-football star. ![]()
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