Tackling the complexities of theology, one church program and sharpie at a time.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
So I’ve decided that I’m going to post some spoken word stuff I’m working on here throughout the summer. If you have any interest in poetry or spoken word or anything of the sort please take a listen. I’ll try to include little theology nuggets in each of them (on the off chance that you are here for that sort of thing.)
Just wrote some summer fluff to start out with.
Conversation about leaving the church my friend and I had a while ago
Me: I also had a really nice talk with our dean. He said he actually used to be Catholic. I asked him why he left and he said because he didn't agree with many of the teachings, but that he left very quietly without "trying to take anyone with him."
Davis: You mean he didn't get up on the altar in the middle of communion and say "Fuck you!" to everyone.
Me: ...no-
Davis: Before, like, breaking one of the stained glass windows with a pew.
Me: I don't think-
Davis: And then sliding down the pew and out the window.
Me:
Davis:
Me: Ok admittedly that would have been pretty badass.
Davis: I'm drawing it.
Concepts create idols; only wonder comprehends anything. People kill one another over idols. Wonder makes us fall to our knees.
Saint Gregory of Nyssa (via orthodoxbrit)
I was working on a really long post arguing against the ‘disordered’ nature of homosexuality, when I realized it’s all been said before.
This issue needs to just go away. I’m tired of sexuality being a focal issue for the church as a whole.
This is true. It basically sends the message that the church is more preoccupied with issues of sexuality, targeting a minority group, than with more prominent social issues like, you know, poverty. Militant anti-queer focus, please get out of church activism and teaching.
Thank you.
(Modified version of Olivier’s submission)
(Source: slowly-tongued-by-stephen-fry)
I thought this during a similar situation only it was when two nuns were on a plane with me and one ordered whiskey.
How can a writer possibly be modest? It is the most immodest profession on earth: whether it’s the style, the ideas, the story, the research writers never talk about anything but themselves and what’s more, with words. Painters and musicians also talk about themselves, but with a language that is substantially less crude than our own. No, Monsieur, writers are obscene; If they were not, they would be accountants, or train conductors, or telephone operators; they would be respectable.
from Hygiene and the Assassin by Amélie Nothomb. I’m enjoying this book entirely too much. I guess considering what I’ve read recently I’m allowed to. This woman has a pretty great wit though.
I think I should make a specific classification for some of these that just pertain to doubt. It would include a lot of poems.
Also I’m sorry for the jagged edge. I should probably invest in some scissors or something.
