"Napa Valley"  Brocken InaGlory. Licensed. Creative Commons CC BY-SA 3.0
"Napa Valley"  Brocken InaGlory. Licensed. Creative Commons CC BY-SA 3.0
Welcome to LAST SUPPER RED!!

What if laughter and hilarity are sacred?  Might prayer be less about words and more about how we position ourselves before Mystery?  What if God is less like Santa Claus and more like air?  What if we are defined more by "Original Blessing" than "Original Sin?"  Would Christianity flourish if we followed Jesus instead of worshipping him?  What if "the Kingdom of God" has much less to do with the hereafter and is instead a here-and-now countercultural idea and reality with political and economic consequences?  


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Welcome to LAST SUPPER RED!!

What if laughter and hilarity are sacred?  Might prayer be less about words and more about how we position ourselves before Mystery?  What if God is less like Santa Claus and more like air?  What if we are defined more by "Original Blessing" than "Original Sin?"  Would Christianity flourish if we followed Jesus instead of worshipping him?  What if "the Kingdom of God" has much less to do with the hereafter and is instead a here-and-now countercultural idea and reality with political and economic consequences?  


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Q again plunges his main characters into an extensive theological discussion.  At least they don't end up alienating each other this time.
Q returns to his discussion of sacrifice, and he will continue it in the next Dialogue.  For now, here are some questions to prime the discussion pump.
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A SLEEP OF PRISONERS

Dark and cold we may be, but this
Is no winter now. The frozen misery
Of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move;
The thunder is the thunder of the floes,
The thaw, the flood, the upstart Spring.
Thank God our time is now when wrong
Comes up to face us everywhere,
Never to leave us till we take
The longest stride of soul we ever took.
Affairs are now soul size.
The enterprise
Is exploration into God.
Where are you making for? It takes
So many thousand years to wake,
But will you wake for pity's sake!

 -- Christopher Fry