We participated in a polite act of revolution this morning. Mary and I attended the “illegal” ordination of a woman as a Catholic priest. She’s our neighbor so we would be disposed to be nice about it, but more importantly, we wholeheartedly believe in the rightness of the act. God blessed it and approves, even if the church can’t get there yet. Continue reading
I wish I could have been as articulate as Kevin Daugherty during the thousands of arguments I’ve been in, supporting these views in opposition to others relying on scripture to justify oppression.
Our bodies are instruments, the first ones that were ever played. Rhythm comes from our awareness of the beat of our hearts. Melody is the practiced pattern of chosen pitches, but it originates in the verbal interactions between parents and children. Our baby squeals reached higher and higher pitches. It gave us delight. Our parents lulled us to sleep using peaceful vocal tones.
Here’s another example of a song that has managed the trick of time-travel. Many of you just heard a bit of it last Friday, but didn’t know how ancient it was. I’ll show you the trail from long, long ago. Continue reading
My pastor during childhood was a man called Father Elmer. Toward the end of winter he visited the Sunday school classes to teach the children something about the concept of resurrection. Little kids aren’t interested or equipped to analyze holy texts. We wanted to know how Jesus could die, but not stay dead. Continue reading
When someone with more orthodox views about religion calls me a “Cafeteria Christian” I don’t take it as an insult. It’s supposed to be a put-down to suggest that I pick and choose what I like about Christianity and accept that, and don’t buy other parts of it. Continue reading