It’s a bit late getting to my attention, but I was made aware recently of the Pope’s exoneration of pagan babies in limbo. The documentation on this subject is actually quite lengthy; I had to follow a couple of citations to other fascinating topics regarding in vitro fertilization and other immoral acts of life indignities,… Continue reading Pope *Hopes* for the Best, Pagan Babies Okay
The Atlanta Board of Education has a vote at its door to include two new classes in its optional curriculum. The key word here is “optional.” The classes proposed are “History of the Old Testament Era” and “Literature and History of the New Testament Era.” I don’t like the sound of those big “Era” words.… Continue reading Atlanta Trying for Bible Studies in the Classroom
‘Twas the night before Yule, when all ‘cross the heath, not a being was stirring; Pagan, faerie, or beast. Wassail was left out & the alter adorned, to rejoice that the Sun King would soon be reborn. The children lay sleeping by the warmth of the hearth, their dreams filled with visions of belov’d Mother… Continue reading ‘Twas the Night Before Yule
I’ve just recently finished “The Red Tent” by Anita Diamant. The book was very enjoyable, though tedious for me at first. It was actually when I could compare the story of Jacob and his family from the Bible that the story became most interesting. I enjoyed hearing the comparisons and contrasts between the two books… Continue reading The Red Tent
I’m physically preparing myself for a substantial weekend to ring in the first of October. I did some heavy drumming Sunday as you may know. Well, now I have a damaged joint from that and a a crushed pinky from some stupid folding chairs. I wasn’t thinking about my weekend, which includes several drumming performances… Continue reading Whoa! Big Weekend Approaching
Friday night I went out with family for Father’s Day – Amy’s sister was in town from Philly, so it was a special occasion. The two dad’s in the family were treated to dinner at Kiku’s, a fine Japanese hibachi place in Gainesville. I had been uncustomarily hungry throughout the week, so Friday night I… Continue reading When is the Weekend only the Beginning?
St. Patrick’s Day is the celebration of Saint Patrick, an English (or perhaps Scottish) immigrant who cleansed the land of pesky pagans. The story, as it goes these days, was that he used a clover as a symbol for the Trinity, which apparently did well to win people over. The shamrock was was always a… Continue reading The Luck o the Irish