As a deep-rooted klutz, a non-finisher of crafts, and a victim of repeated pants-rippings, humor writer Willow Feller recalls the events that continually ravaged her best efforts to appear polished and fashionable.
As a misguided, presumptive, and spiritually-blind Christian, she also recounts the way her Pharisaical pride made her too unbalanced to stay on her Evangelical high horse.
Knitting funny stories from her own life with threads of scriptural Pharisee history, Willow creates a canvas that depicts the days when her heart motives were as diseased as those of the self-righteous religious leaders in the New Testament. Drawing from the nostalgia of a 1970s childhood and her later years as a frazzled mom, she goes on to bring many of her tales to their inevitable conclusion—a tragic, yet necessary fall.
You’ll laugh and cringe as Willow elaborates on how the humiliations and comeuppances that dogged her every turn opened the door for the healing that now graces her every step on what she calls “a journey to freedom from pathological piety.”
As a misguided, presumptive, and spiritually-blind Christian, she also recounts the way her Pharisaical pride made her too unbalanced to stay on her Evangelical high horse.
Knitting funny stories from her own life with threads of scriptural Pharisee history, Willow creates a canvas that depicts the days when her heart motives were as diseased as those of the self-righteous religious leaders in the New Testament. Drawing from the nostalgia of a 1970s childhood and her later years as a frazzled mom, she goes on to bring many of her tales to their inevitable conclusion—a tragic, yet necessary fall.
You’ll laugh and cringe as Willow elaborates on how the humiliations and comeuppances that dogged her every turn opened the door for the healing that now graces her every step on what she calls “a journey to freedom from pathological piety.”
