Revenge of the Black-Letter Christians

I remember standing in a convention hall once, arguing with an elderly lady about the song "Jesus Loves Me." Let me first say that I would thoroughly rebuke my 20-year-ago self for my overconfidence in the theological correctness of my "tribe." I even felt bad at the time—this woman reminded me of all the Southern Baptist ladies who taught me Sunday school (and "Jesus Loves Me"!), right down to the bouffant hairdo. I'll bet she had peppermints in her purse, too. I was annoyingly polemical, and she would have had every right to pat me on the head, say, "Bless your heart," and send me on my way.