Things That Make John Wycliffe Look Harmless: The Inclusive Bible

Holy Writ, Shackified. From the press release:

Not merely replacing male pronouns, the translators have rethought what kind of language has built barriers between the text and its readers.

I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth. I'm even less interested in a castrated Bible than I am in castrated versions of Charles Wesley classic hymns.

It helps me to daydream about Frank Sheed and Maisie Ward punching through their coffins, clawing their way to the surface, and throttling the usurpers who continue to publish in their name.

To quote Sheed himself:

"We have known all our lives that God is not an old man with a beard (looking rather like Karl Marx, especially when the artist wanted to show God angry, which he often did). We have realized, too, that the more complex picture of an old man with a long beard, a young man with a short beard, and a dove bears no resemblance to the Blessed Trinity: it is merely the artist doing his best. But getting rid of the pictures is of value only if, in their place, we develop a truer idea of God: otherwise we have merely a blank where the pictures used to hang."