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Christ the Tiger: A Postscript to Dogma
Things have a way of falling to pieces. The shingles blow off the roof. The fender rusts through and the exhaust pipe drags. Cuff fray, nylons run, hair fall out, joints stiffen, and wattles appear under our chins. Nothing is exempt, not even our ideas. [ 1st Paragraph ]
This is one reason why I find the Incarnation compelling. For in the figure of Jesus Christ there is something that escapes us. He has been the subject of the greatest efforts at systematization in the history of man. But anyone who has ever tried this has had, in the end, to admit that the seams keep bursting. He sooner or later discovers that he is in touch, not with a pale Galilean, but with a towering and furious figure who will not be managed. [ Last Paragraph ]
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