I was at the Sacramento Children's Home last night when one of the girls perfectly captured the proper response to half-hearted Christians. The kids were eating dinner when a conversation about God started. (One of the girls was chiding another for taking his name in vain, which is interesting in and of itself given the background of these kids.) A girl asked everyone to raise their hand if they, "Believe in God and go to church." I, along with all the children, raised my hand. The only person who didn't was an employee who was sitting with us. "You DON'T believe in God?" asked the little girl incredulously. "I do, I just don't go to church." the employee replied. "Well, that's weird!" said the little girl firmly. I felt like standing up and clapping for her.
Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.