And yet there is no Christian worship that is not material, that doesn’t put bodies through motions and routines, that doesn’t at some point evoke the body on the cross in (at the very least) the memory of the bread. Even if the content of our worship is bent on making us modern Platonic despisers of the body who long to become a vapor, the very gathering of a people at a certain time in a certain place to perform together certain acts—to (at the very least) sing with our tongues and lungs, read with our eyes, listen with our ears, pray with our voices, embrace one another in the foyer, nibble
...more
