Gimme that Old Time Religion

I figured it was just a matter of time before the religious wingnuts came out. The organization, Repent America, implies that Hurricane Katrina was sent by God to destroy New Orleans before its Southern Decadence festival. I’m guessing Pat Robertson and Jerry Falwell are still reeling from the Chavez comments. It hasn’t been long enough for them to forget themselves and say something asinine, but I don’t expect that to last. Continue reading Gimme that Old Time Religion

Christian Exodus

Speaking of strange things in churches, the lunatic right wing group, Christian Exodus, made the front page of the Greenville News again. This group is trying to get other ultra-right wingers to move to South Carolina so that it can secede from the Union (again) and form its own Christian Theocracy. Continue reading Christian Exodus

Sunday, Quiet Sunday

A first, at least as long as I can remember since we have been living in this house – a beautiful Sunday afternoon unmarred by the sounds of leaf blowers, lawn mowers, or other home care equipment.  Not that I’m a "keep the Sabbath holy" prude, but in a neighborhood obsessed with lawn care, it … Continue reading Sunday, Quiet Sunday

Easter Paean

Alleluia, Christ is Risen!He is Risen Indeed! …and with those words begin the traditional liturgy of Easter. My friend Paul, who is Lutheran, says that their liturgy forbids use of the word "Alleluia" during Lent.  I don’t know of any restrictions placed on Presbyterians, but the Fourth Presbyterian Choir tried to overcome such prohibitions with … Continue reading Easter Paean

First Sunday of Advent

Today is the first Sunday of Advent, the first Sunday of the liturgical year, and to me, the first official day of the Christmas season, despite what the retailers tell us. The Candle of Hope will be lit with the requisite scripture readings and the oddly appealing mournful strains of "O Come, O Come Emmanuel" … Continue reading First Sunday of Advent

“See, here is water.”

My mother has always been afraid of water. As children, we never went swimming except on very rare occasions. Usually what we called "going swimming" was an afternoon trip to wade in the shallow Rabon Creek. Subsequently, I didn’t learn how to swim when I was young. At 14 I was sent to my oldest … Continue reading “See, here is water.”