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Religion is a lot like internet dating.
That was my conclusion after I some considerable period of trying to figure out a justification for disagreeing with a particular book’s philosophy of religion, whose basic premise was that we should just forget about all the theology, and fall in love with God.
Now, at this point, you’ve probably figured out where I’m going with this, but if you’re still interested, ( Read more... )
Hm. This analogy may be too obvious. Thoughts?
Meantime, this is kind of a crazy weekend. Thursday evening was spent at Sara Potter's birthday party (us, them, a lot of cake, a hyper two-year-old and a catatonic two-week-old). Yesterday my brother breezed through town: we went to the Rep to see Invincible Summer, a crazy monolog by a guy called Mike Daisey about Polish weddings, the NY subway, being a political moderate in NY after 9/11, and (by implication) whether Karl Rove and the MTA authority are due to have 10,000 pound boulders fall on their heads. This morning we got up and ate lots of pancakes, then Grace went riding and he went off to have lunch and network at Atticus, before heading off to ANOTHER (free) show in New York.
Tonight: we have people over to eat cake and play board games. Assuming any of them show up.
Tomorrow: Grace gets back from Simsbury and we try to eat dinner downtown in under an hour before going to a concert.
Needless to say, NEXT weekend will not be any less complicated.
That was my conclusion after I some considerable period of trying to figure out a justification for disagreeing with a particular book’s philosophy of religion, whose basic premise was that we should just forget about all the theology, and fall in love with God.
Now, at this point, you’ve probably figured out where I’m going with this, but if you’re still interested, ( Read more... )
Hm. This analogy may be too obvious. Thoughts?
Meantime, this is kind of a crazy weekend. Thursday evening was spent at Sara Potter's birthday party (us, them, a lot of cake, a hyper two-year-old and a catatonic two-week-old). Yesterday my brother breezed through town: we went to the Rep to see Invincible Summer, a crazy monolog by a guy called Mike Daisey about Polish weddings, the NY subway, being a political moderate in NY after 9/11, and (by implication) whether Karl Rove and the MTA authority are due to have 10,000 pound boulders fall on their heads. This morning we got up and ate lots of pancakes, then Grace went riding and he went off to have lunch and network at Atticus, before heading off to ANOTHER (free) show in New York.
Tonight: we have people over to eat cake and play board games. Assuming any of them show up.
Tomorrow: Grace gets back from Simsbury and we try to eat dinner downtown in under an hour before going to a concert.
Needless to say, NEXT weekend will not be any less complicated.
