How many kids grow up with the nagging feeling that the whole “flood thing” was a bit of an overreaction? Look at the felt board and listen to Mr. Sunday School Teach, and you’ll get the impression that people had a big party, stayed up too late, and maybe got a little tipsy. And so God . . . smote the earth, collapsed the sky, and sent the continents spinning like air hockey pucks, killing pretty much EVERYTHING?
Muting the black distorts God. Revealing it is frequently theodicy.
via The Rabbit Room. In which N. D. Wilson responds to a comment thread on an excellent plug for his book 100 cupboards.