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“A Lutheran church in Nebraska is typically a place where any mad passion for Christ is politely concealed. Men and women recite the various creeds in hypnotic monotone; the hymns, pumped from wheezy organ pipes, are sung with no lilt or musicality. The members of the choirs not only don't dance, they don't sway. That's not to say no one is ever smacked hard with God's love or filled up to the eyeballs with the Holy Spirit, but when you are, you keep it to yourself." (48)”
― Timothy Schaffert, The Coffins of Little Hope

“The entire room went quiet as a morgue. Only the sound of coffee percolating at the drink station could be heard, for nothing -not snow, not rain, not sauna-like heat - could keep these Lutherans from sipping a cup of coffee in the fellowship hall.”
― Katie Shuermann