Why I'm not (no longer) an evangelical:
And why sometimes it's hard for me to even respect them

today, in front of me in the line for french toast there was a girl with a dictionary sized book, hardcover, duck-poop-green, gaudy gold lettering

"What's that?"
"oh, it's a book my pastor gave me, Daily Meditations [or something like that], it's great, it takes only like ten minutes, I love it."
"cool"

as she slopped syrup precariously close to this huge book of discipline and wisdom.