Monday, October 31, 2011

I am a ghoul.

I love cemeteries.  I love mummies.  When Gunther von Hagens’ BODY WORLDS comes to town, the decks get cleared and we make a day of it.  I love dead bodies!  How weird is that?  A good friend of mine once told me: “BC, you’re a ghoul!”  I shrugged: “Yes, I am.  Know thyself!”

Monday, October 24, 2011

Customer Service, Part 4

The Mother couldn’t have looked more impressive if she tried.  She marched up to the customer service desk: black stilettos, black tailored suit, perfect hair, perfect nails, black briefcase, shouting commands into a tiny black cell phone.

Her Daughter couldn’t have looked less impressive.  She almost sneaked up to the desk: tiny, pudgy, staring at the floor, shuffling slowly behind her mother.

Monday, October 17, 2011

I might be an Atheist.

I realize at the beginning of this blog I said I don’t read many Christian books because they make me mad, and I’ve given some good reasons for this, but now that I’m writing more and more about my faith, I find myself reading more and more Christian books and finding them surprisingly enlightening.  But in the interest of equal time, I decided to read something by an Atheist.

Monday, October 10, 2011

I am inconsistent.

When I was in college, I got really into InterVarsity Christian Fellowship, until I got really out of it, but that’s another post.  One of the things IV is very much focused on is getting students to incorporate daily time spent praying and studying the Bible into their routine.  And I thought, still think, that this is a really good idea.  Sometimes, for weeks at a time when I was a student, I actually achieved it.  But I have not been able to do so for years now.  And I very rarely admit it.  It can be a shameful thing to admit among Christians.

Monday, October 3, 2011

I don't like our tone.

I read another Christian book that didn’t piss me off!  Aren’t you all so excited for me!  Not when you find out what it was about!  I really loved it.  Not just loved it, respected it, because it is one of those books that articulated for me something I’ve been feeling for a long time without being able to put my finger on.  And don’t think I don’t resent her a little for being younger than me, too.

Raised Right by Alisa Harris is about one young woman’s transformation from unthinking political drone to warrior for compassion, a transformation I have yet to complete.  And she lives in New York City!  I am seriously jealous of this chick.