At Return to Rome:
Brian McLaren, for example, is just Henry Emerson Fosdick who listens to Steely Dan on his iPod. He’s rougly a decade away from becoming the ecclesial equivalent of another victim of a bad 8-track album cover photo-op.
It is amazing to me how faddish McLaren is. I guess you have to be my age to have seen his kind of writing come and go. He is one a number who find orthodoxy just too boring. It’s not enough for a Christian to act politically responsible as a citizen. He is the kind of utopian the 20th century saw too much of.