Such a beautiful reminder of Donne and what can be both arrogance and yet wry… epitomizing the naughty (I.e. thinking) child at the altar, wondering “what the fuck?” And then: “can He hear my thoughts??!!” At the same time.
But reassuring to the children in Sunday school, horrified, listening to the Parrish priest insisting that all who drowned in the Flood “deserved it”.
Such a beautiful reminder of Donne and what can be both arrogance and yet wry… epitomizing the naughty (I.e. thinking) child at the altar, wondering “what the fuck?” And then: “can He hear my thoughts??!!” At the same time.
But
Reassuring to the children in Sunday school listening to the Parrish priest insisting that all who drowned in the Flood “deserved it”.
Such a beautiful reminder of Donne and what can be both arrogance and yet wry… epitomizing the naughty (I.e. thinking) child at the altar, wondering “what the fuck?” And then: “can He hear my thoughts??!!” At the same time.
But reassuring to the children in Sunday school, horrified, listening to the Parrish priest insisting that all who drowned in the Flood “deserved it”.
Such a beautiful reminder of Donne and what can be both arrogance and yet wry… epitomizing the naughty (I.e. thinking) child at the altar, wondering “what the fuck?” And then: “can He hear my thoughts??!!” At the same time.
But
Reassuring to the children in Sunday school listening to the Parrish priest insisting that all who drowned in the Flood “deserved it”.