"The Babe" and the Doctrine of Inerrancy
St. Teresa of Avila, Getty Images The day our GPS tried to kill us. And no, St. Theresa is not The Babe. Some years ago, my husband Ted and I spent his last day of a break from teaching by driving into the Sierras. The following day, it would be back to long weeks of grading. We took a nice walk by a river. Then we drove up a highway and decided to make a small town in the middle of the piney woods our goal. On the map it was quite simple. Turn off Hwy XX onto a paved road, stop at this quaint little town for a cup of coffee, continue through town on the same road, loop back to Hwy XX, and go on home. I’ll call the town Pittsville, because I have some not so nice things to say about it. Not only did we have the map to guide us, we had “The Babe,” Ted’s GPS. How could we lose? It turned out that Pittsville was not a cute little town with barns and antique shops. It was the armpit of the Sierras, full of broken down houses and rural looking people. Two kids playing outside were...