—From Jon Meacham's review of Diarmaid MacCulloch's CHRISTIANITY: The First Three Thousand Years (Thine Is the Kingdom, NYT, April 1, 2010)
This is not a widely popular view, for it transforms the “Jesus loves me! This I know / For the Bible tells me so” ethos of Sunday schools and vacation Bible camps into something more complicated and challenging: what was magical is now mysterious. Magic means there is a spell, a formula, to work wonders. Mystery means there is no spell, no formula — only shadow and impenetrability and hope that one day, to borrow a phrase T. S. Eliot borrowed from Julian of Norwich, all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.
(—On why I'm not so hostile to religion, that "crazy" thing, as are others)
|Over the weekend, I bought an old oak pedestal|
|That's one of my mom's pots on top of the pedestal|
|Jesus loves me, this I know|
For the Bible tells me so