Man kills 2 in Unitarian Universalist “Church”

From C.S. Lewis’ Mere Christianity,

But a Christian must not be either a Totalitarian or an Individualist. I feel a strong desire to tell you–and I expect you feel a strong desire to tell me–which of these two errors is the worse. That is the devil getting at us.

He always sends errors into the world in pairs–pairs of opposites. And he always encourages us to spend a lot of time thinking which is the worse. You see why, of course? He relies on your extra dislike of the one error to draw you gradually into the opposite one. But do not let us be fooled. We have to keep our eyes on the goal and go straight through between both errors. We have no other concern than that with either of them.

The Conservative/Liberal divide, I think, falls under Lewis’ pairs of opposites theory. Good folks (insofar as men can be called good) reside within both ideologies.

Yet we are made to think (the media might share most of the blame) that whatever side we associate most with, the people on the opposite side do Satan’s bidding. Most of the barbs are traded by the so-called talking heads on the various cable news outlets, and us “common folk” usually fall into battle lines like the armies of old.

The vitriol one side has for other usually doesn’t go beyond accusatory words but sometimes these passions get whipped up into such a frenzy that something like this happens,

Police: Man shot churchgoers over liberal views

Click here for another report of the incident.

Update: Apparently the shooter had issues with Christianity (“Neighbors: Accused shooter everyone’s friend, questioned Christianity”), which is kind of strange because the Unitarian Universalist “Church” isn’t even Christian.

Rebecca Walker and the Fruits of Feminism

Alice Walker, author of The Color Purple, is a legendary icon of the feminist movement.

Her daughter, Rebecca Walker, tells a sad tale on the effects of her mother’s religion ideology,

How my mother’s fanatical views tore us apart

A sample,

The other day I was vacuuming when my son came bounding into the room. ‘Mummy, Mummy, let me help,’ he cried. His little hands were grabbing me around the knees and his huge brown eyes were looking up at me. I was overwhelmed by a huge surge of happiness.

I love the way his head nestles in the crook of my neck. I love the way his face falls into a mask of eager concentration when I help him learn the alphabet. But most of all, I simply love hearing his little voice calling: ‘Mummy, Mummy.’

It reminds me of just how blessed I am. The truth is that I very nearly missed out on becoming a mother – thanks to being brought up by a rabid feminist who thought motherhood was about the worst thing that could happen to a woman.

You see, my mum taught me that children enslave women. I grew up believing that children are millstones around your neck, and the idea that motherhood can make you blissfully happy is a complete fairytale.

The rest of the piece gets more heart-breaking. Is this the end result of feminism or only the rabid sort?