This is a gut-wrenchingly funny (and sad) commentary on an inclusive worship service attended by the writer. It amazes me (but probably shouldn’t) that really smart people buy into this horse manure as if it were somehow serious and true.
The sophisticated post-Kantian theology for which they stand comes to this — sitting around on a Sunday morning, listening to PC Man mangling the Bible and Kenny G playing Amazing Grace. I mean, give me a break. Kenny G!?! It wasn’t even John Coltrane or Charlie Parker.