I’d start singing, “I’m getting married in the morning” from My Fair Lady, only Gary and I are both officially members of GLAM (Gays and Lesbians Against Musicals), and he just wouldn’t have it.
You and I both long for a “new awakening.” The difference is that I believe we did in fact see a new awakening in this election. An awakening to the the need to reject all theocratic language and all theocratic posturing for the sake of authentic religious freedom.
The blinding glare of whiteness, the slap of social conservatism hamstrings the GOP. Is the same true for the Anglican Communion? For global Christianity?
In the beginning were the stars, the cosmos calmed, ordered, still. Like every other film announcing its mytho-logic from the get-go, the camera angle of Cloud Atlas’ first shot tilts from the milky heavens above, to life in the mortal-bound realm below.
The Souther Baptist Convention’s Lifeway Christian Resources refused to stock Rachel Held Evans’ book ostensibly because it contains the word “vagina.” Or is it that a female writer will only be acceptable if she recites SBC rhetoric, fully supports SBC leaders, and knows her place at home and at church?
The highway that leads from the Mayan ruins of Chichen Itza back to the resort-lined coast of the Yucatan Peninsula runs straight through several small towns. And there beside the Virgin of Guadalupe and San Judas Tadeo a gargantuan lawn statue of La Santa Muerte—Mexico’s patroness saint of death—looms over the rest.