The student newspaper of my old alma mater, Southwest Baptist University, announces that the stodgy old institution is actually going to tackle Ionesco.
No doubt the usual campus squareheads will wonder how absurdist comedy will lead lost souls to Jesus, and maybe someone will have to justify it, to creatively spin it on some narrow evangelical basis or another. ("God gave us art, and this is art, so in a way, watching it is, um, kinda like praising God...")
I remember we had to do that occasionally, whenever we performed a modern play that had nothing exceptionally positive to say about humanity. Looking back, I'm still surprised we got away with Macleish's J.B.
"I don't expect this play to be well received at SBU," writes the reporter.
Well, at least it has that in it's favor.