A few years ago, I attended a worship service at Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. I went so that I could witness the congregation’s interfaith Eucharistic prayer. The sermon text was Mark 7 and the priest told us that it showed how Jesus was xenophobic, racist and sexist.
The next day I ran into another priest from the church at an interfaith event in a suburb. I told her I had been at the previous day’s service. “I’m so sorry,” she immediately said. “Why?” I asked, thinking she was going to apologize for the sermon. “Oh, our sound was all off and we had those problems with the lighting. Didn’t you notice?”
What does the above quote have to do with the book Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West?
Nothing, really — ‘cept I like Mollie’s writing and could not [under]stand the writing in this book. (After over 300 pages — I’m a slow learner — I gave up and did not finish it.)
The Broadway Musical was wicked, sick, and bad (as in, you know how young people talk: “good”).
It’s about as convoluted as the theology expressed in the first paragraph of this post.
In a word: Phooey.
In the old-fashioned sense of the word.
Now, don’t complain that this post has nothing to do with Orthodoxy. Everything has something to do with Orthodoxy! Why, I’ve even met other Orthodox clergy who could not finish Wicked! (Though I’ve yet to meet an Orthodox clergyman who would espouse the wicked theology noted above.)
If you’ve a different opinion, feel free to comment.