Robert Farrar Capon left us this week, and will be truly missed, not because you would agree with everything he said, but because, even if you vehemently disagreed, he put you into a mode of thinking afresh on things that really mattered, and that is no small gift.
When he was right, however, it was wonderful, and his focus on the catholicity of God's grace amidst a world corrupted by religion was spot on.
His books are really worth a look. Here's just a sample quote of his genius:
“The reformation was a time when men went blind, staggering drunk because they had discovered, in the dusty basement of late medievalism, a whole cellarful of fifteen-hundred-year-old, two hundred proof grace—of bottle after bottle of pure distillate of Scripture, one sip of which would convince anyone that God saves us single-handedly. The word of the Gospel—after all those centuries of trying to lift yourself into heaven by worrying about the perfection of your bootstraps—suddenly turned out to be a flat announcement that the saved were home before they started. Grace has to be drunk straight: no water, no ice, and certainly no ginger ale, neither goodness, nor badness, nor the flowers that bloom in the spring of super spirituality could be allowed to enter into the case.”
I am deeply indebted to such wisdom.