If you call puerile one-liners and misuse of Scripture "blown out," sure. I'll remind you that the Iconoclast OP converted to Orthodoxy.
It's our game to lose, Mister Four-Bare-Walls-and-a-Sermon. Go on. Tell
me how making the Pastor a Master of Ceremonies is not it's own form of ridiculous idolatry, of spectacle.
Oh, and before you start spluttering about it being an American tradition...
>For many eighteenth-century Britons, attending church on Sunday marked the high point of the week. They expected a performance from the man on the pulpit, but unfortunately they were often disappointed. In her diary for September 29, 1785, Lady Eleanor Butler notes, “Went into the Church, heard the Vicar by his snuffling, Lisping, and Vile reading spoil the most awful and Solemn Service.”
>Sensing a need, John Trusler, an enterprising Church of England clergyman-turned-publisher, issued The Sublime Reader with careful instructions on how to perform the service, including the advice to keep the sermon “short and plain,” so as not to overtax the listener.
>Even better, he published a powerful collection of ready-made sermons for idea-strapped colleagues to resort to in a pinch. To fool eagle-eyed members of the congregation sitting in the church galleries, they were printed with a typeface that looked like handwriting, so that whoever was using them would not get caught cheating.
Yes. This is part of what inspired that ghastly man-made tradition
that is modern showmanship at the pulpit, and televangelism at its worst.
Oh, you want to tear down the Temple? The one filled
with all kinds of images? Because I'm pretty sure the Almighty didn't ask for that
until He commanded the Romans to do it.