11 posts tagged “religion”

Happy Easter, everyone!!!

From Mike Huckabee's Beliefnet.com interview:

"I don’t think that’s a radical view to say we’re going to affirm marriage. I think the radical view is to say that we’re going to change the definition of marriage so that it can mean two men, two women, a man and three women, a man and a child, a man and animal. Again, once we change the definition, the door is open to change it again. I think the radical position is to make a change in what’s been historic."

Homosexuality... and pedophilia, bestiality, and polygamy? Gee, which of these things just doesn't belong? WTF.

He keeps going on and on about not changing things for historic (read: biblical) reasons. But then he goes on to say that it's a good thing we changed things like slavery, womens' rights, etc. Uh...? How is this different?

Choir last night kicked butt!! The archbishop was there, as well as the titular bishop of Bardstown, and our choir -- which had been, shall we say, less than perfect in practices lately -- sounded great. We even had one song where we had to sing different words than we'd been practicing for the past month or two, and had to sing off a piece of paper that didn't have the music on it -- just the words.

But I thought we did great and sounded great and I hope everyone enjoyed it!

Or as they say it here in Kentucky, 'kwar'. hehe

It went really well last night. Obviously, Thursday's practice did more good than I thought. During the pre-mass choir warmup, things started falling into place for me, and stuff that was completely baffling on Thursday suddenly made sense. Now, there were still places where I was confused, or not on the same page as everyone else (sometimes literally, haha), but it went pretty well overall.

I think it's like being a quarterback studying a new playbook or a more complex playbook. At first, you're confused... you're thinking about everything, over-thinking everything, and it overshadows your natural ability to just go out there and play football. After awhile, though, you don't have to think so much, and it just... flows.

Was I there last night? No, not even close. But I'm on my way.

When driving alone, what do you do?  Sing along to the radio?  Think about your day?  Something else?

On my drive in to work, I spend a good portion of my hour-long commute praying. The rest of the time I'm in my car, I almost always have a CD playing and I definitely am singing along, loudly. And drumming the steering wheel. hehe

I dreamt that I was walking with a group of kids. Two of the girls were black, and the rest were white. (I was the only adult.) we came across this other group of kids, and we all knew that one or more of them were known racists, fans of the 'sparkling wiggles' video (check YouTube if you can stomach what I consider psychological child abuse -- turning a kid into a racist).

Our group -- though I was on the outside of it all, just looking in, really -- decided to try to provoke the racists. One of the black girls said to her friend, 'Hey, (whatever her name was), what colour is my skin?' and stuff like that, trying to get a rise out of the other group.

Finally, one of the girls in the racist group started reciting the alphabet, and it was obviously some planned thing that they did often. It went like this, A-B-C-D-E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N and when they got to 'n' they started this song about how 'n is for n*ggers' and all this stuff, singing this terrible song using that word over and over again. I was enraged and went up to the girl who'd started the song and took the doll (it was like a Cabbage Patch doll) out of her hands and threw it as far as I could.

Then the dream shifted, and I had killed a whole bunch of the racist group. Maybe even all of them. I considered it justified, but I knew it was wrong.

For some reason, Tracey had died, too, and her whole family, and maybe my whole family.

It wasn't sad at all, though, because I saw what unfolded, I saw them all going to Heaven.

They were like paper dolls, floating to Heaven to be hung on a clothesline to wait for their partner. The 'dolls' had the first initial of their name on it. I saw 'J' and 'M' hanging next to each other -- Tracey's parents. I saw other pairs of initials that I recognised as belonging together. I saw a 'T' hanging by itself -- Tracey. I saw my 'paper doll' floating to Heaven... and then being x'd out and sent to Hell. I was crushed.

God explained it to me thusly, because I didn't understand -- I'd killed bad people, so what was the problem? God said that they were all His gifts, and I had destroyed some of His gifts. I understood. I was still so sad for Tracey that she would be hanging there in Heaven, waiting for me... and I wasn't coming.

I found this article very interesting.

What are some charitable causes that you support or would like to support?

The Catholic Church, weekly. And I contribute to whatever floats my way and seems needed on an irregular basis. What would I like to support? Everything good! :D

I give up on humanity. All of it! I don't understand people and I don't understand this world we live in.

Tracey says God sees the big picture, which obviously is true, because if He only saw what I saw, He'd have obliterated this entire planet eons ago.

This has nothing to do with being happy or unhappy (although I'm depressed right now). Even at my happiest moment, I'm very much ready for Jesus to return and end this world of ours. I really, truly think that we (humans) suck.

I received a letter from the church last week saying that I was scheduled to lector at the 11:30am mass each Sunday this month (March). I was like, wtf? I signed up to lector almost two years ago, and they never scheduled me, and now I've forgotten what all I need to do. Plus, it's been so long, I don't even attend that mass anymore! We go to the 9am mass now. The letter was signed 'MM' and I couldn't think of anyone with those initials.

So, I called and left a message with someone else at the parish office and explained what was happening and that no, I was not going to be lectoring in March.

Last night, I got a voice mail from Mary Margaret Hite (the eponymous 'MM' -- not a first and last initial as I'd assumed, but rather, her first two initials). She's rescheduled me for April and apologised for not scheduling me sooner. She said she just kept overlooking me. (Story of my life.)

I was reeeaally afraid that my very first reading would be on Easter Sunday, but it turns out there's one Sunday in April before Easter (the last Sunday of Lent), so that's good. I was picturing my very first reading being in front of a standing-room-only Easter Sunday crowd. Ack!