following september 11, antiwar protestors filed into dunn meadow in bloomington (surprise!) with two huge paper mache puppets. One was gw bush and the other was supposed to be jesus. frankly, it looked like bin laden to me. if it hadn’t had a huge “wwjd” on the front of the chest, you wouldn’t have known. Their whole point was, “Obviously Jesus is a pascifist and obviously fighting a war is against anything he would ever do. hah! as if we’re too stupid to know our own religion or hey, THINK FOR OURSELVES!

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This was posted by “Tony” over at a dialogue at envoy encore

Nice post, Alicia. I do wonder what planet these people live on. On my planet, when I try to watch a football game, I have to put up with commercials lauding a show in which 25 tramps vie for the affection of a slug dressed up as a millionaire; commercials in which two guys at a bar fantasize about a beer commercial featuring women ripping each other’s clothes and beating each other up; promos for one cynical, hyper-verbal, sex-weary situation “comedy” after another; on my planet, the popular culture can’t even produce a love song anymore; my college students are too tired and jaded even to flirt, and prefer, to dating, the frequenting of bars, where one sex is supposed to “hook up” with another — the mechanical metaphor speaks volumes; on my planet, young women now throw parties to fool around with “toys” that you used to have to go down dirty alleys to purchase … You are absolutely right, Alicia: with such people as Sipe it’s not about deep matters of doctrine but about getting laid. No one says, these days, “I have broken with the Church because I disagree with its Christology,” or “I can no longer hold with the pope’s Trinitarianism.” The disagreement is PANTOLOGICAL — they have trouble with KEEPING THEIR PANTS ON. So next time someone says, “I disagree with some of what the Church teaches,” I think I’ll answer, “Trouble with the zipper, huh?”

wow.

I love all the little things. I love noticing the little spot of water on my shirt after mass, and for an instant, realizing that it’s not a stain, but the opposite of a stain; holy water, water that recalls the removal of my stain. I love the sacred nick nacks. The statues, scapulars, medals, vestments, candles, insense. I love all of these because they are normal, everyday human things, turned sacred, turned towards Christ. Sometimes I worry that I’ll forget the King in the majesty of his castles. But I know that if it weren’t for the king, I wouldn’t even notice his treasures.

well well. sarah and i are having our first child. it’s due the first week of june. we’re both very excited, and very overwhelmed by the thought of raising a child. i know that we’ll do well, and by the grace of god, have many beautiful children some day. living in an apartment right now is okay, but i know that it’ll soon become stressful. we plan to find a house somewhere in the cincinnati suburbs, about a fifteen minute drive from my work.

we also joined the choir at st. gertudes’s parish, and sing for the first time this sunday at the 9:30 mass.

In other news, here’s a few links you might enjoy.

http://www.pewlady.com/
http://catholiclight.blogspot.com/
http://www.envoymagazine.com/EnvoyEncore/Index.asp

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