Blurview: A Cross Shattered Church by Stanley Hauerwas

Hauerwas, Stanley. A Cross-Shattered Church: Recovering the Theological Heart of Preaching. Grand Rapids: Brazos, 2009. 160 pp. Paperback. $17.99. ISBN 9781587432583.

My nephew Stanley supplies us with a superbly subversive system in which to strategically stress the seeing, saying, living, and events of the syntax of life's system while subjecting such standards to pseudotheology. Thumbs up.

Blurviews

Divine providence has led (LINK) to my illumined understanding in the manner of theo-literature blurviews. The blurviewer is nether expected to compose a composite re-view that would capture the disparate elements of the theo-literature in question and thus conform the standard standards by which re-views are expected to both inform and critique the quintessential questions of quasi-coincidental conventions. The sole satisfaction to be satisfied by the blurviewer is to state the sense with which they suspected they'd succeed in suspending disbelief and inform the reader whether or not the theo-literature in question was satisfactorily pseudeotheological. Armed with the divine revelation of blurviewing blogtasticity I shall start upon a series of blurviews that not only blur ones view of the theo-literature in question, but also inform the informants of the information that matters most within the realm of the divine.

De-Repose-ition

Alas, twas much more than a multitude of fortnights since thou hast been graced by my presence. "Why forth wast thou in said state of repose?," you asketh. Wherewith I was disenfranchised by the utterly innocuous conundrum of drum-like patterns repetitiously rattling throughout my cranium once read from the monitor of substandard socio-political persuasion, I twas benighted by the bewildering bananza of biblically oriented Oriental (that is to say Asian) offerings which hath been proffered by those who prefer the excruciating task of exegetical exactitude to the deep things of God, yea, the deep, deep things of God, so graciously groaned forth in a manner akin to the most violent inbraking of stomach cancer by the hagia pneuma, yes the τὸ πνεῦμα τὸ ἅγιον τοῦ θεοῦ. Such is to say that the lack of theo-contemplation of the pseudotheological persuasion¹ produced irreducible conniption fits in the core of my inner sanctum, my most holy of holies, that is my essentially essential essence, thus forcing my repose until such a time as this, when one Mr. Stefan Vázquez has called forth my memory in a kind and gracious act of allusion which eludes even the most barbaric of biblical studiers (LINK). This kind and gentle soul has added the rennet of deep theo-contemplation to the milk of biblica-blogging so that the curd of Ψευδοθεολογια could rise to the top leaving the whey of biblical bumbling in its wake. Hence it is with the recoiling of my memorandum that I return from my decomposed repose to once again bless world with my wit and wisdom.

¹ Of course by 'lack' I do not include the meanderings of Halden, Kim Fabricius, or any theobloggers of the like. There is never a shortage of Ψευδοθεολογια from these my esteemed colleagues.