There are a lot of troubling things about Esther, but also some really fascinating things. On Mother’s Day, we had just finished the book of Esther, so I was hopeful. Rather than preaching topically, this football pastor had decided that the entire church (which may not be fully of mega-church size, but is by no means small) would read through the Bible together in a year, like you do, and he would pull the sermons from our reading assignments. That just happens to be something about which I tend to get pissed off at churches. In fact, this book brings up a couple of stories I have about churches, so I should probably say as a disclaimer that Gaudy Night is not religious at all in its topic, but deals mostly with the role of women in society. I say all of this because the ultimate falling-out I had with the pastor of that church reflects the central conflict of the great and wonderful mystery story, Gaudy Night, so I’m going to use this review as a venue to air my grievances, which will hopefully be entertaining enough that you can bear with me. Sometimes it’s better to go with what you know, even if it’s very little. When I say it now it doesn’t sound like a very good idea, but I did a lot of things at that time that sound stupid now. A couple of years ago I thought (as a gesture to God saying something like, “Hey, we don’t disagree about everything and anyway what do I know about life?”) that I would start going to a certain church where the pastor was an ex-football star.
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