Last week in the prisoner's box of a crowded Toronto courtroom, Ernest V. Sterry squinted through thick glasses at a jury of his peers, stood trial for blasphemy against the Lord God of Christians. In the Christian Enquirer he had written of the God of the Bible as "this irate old party . . . this touchy Jehovah . . . who preferred the savory smell of roast cutlets to the odors of boiled cabbage,* who sat in a burning bush or popped out from behind the rocks" (TIME, Jan. 24). Edward J....
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