like substituting grape juice for what clearly was intended to be wine.
"Intended to be"? Was, no doubt, but all denominations make choices about what's going to be literal and what's symbolic or can be changed to fit the current needs. Like eating shellfish.
I'll admit, wine is a central part of my sense of communion, and I always found the idea of grape juice instead bizarre on a personal "but that's not real communion!" level. But it's not like I'm insisting on the exact kind of bread they were eating, either.
Hil, you're so lucky to have farmer's market on a weekend!
My town has it Thursdays from Noon-6pm - and I always miss it. Particularly when our summer hours start (tomorrow) and I work 'til 5:30.
IO Food news: check out these cupcakes -- want one now.
My town has it Thursdays
Man, that sucks! Ours is on Saturday mornings, and I always miss it because the good stuff is gone by 9 while I'm still catching up from a week of sleep dep but at least its, you know, possible. (I gather flea is a regular, but then she has small people to get her up early.)
Yay! My dad loves his Father's Day gift! [link] He started on it early since it was delivered Friday.
Ooh, that's a great idea. I'ma have to make cupcakes soon.
Yikes, I disapear for a few days and all sorts of baby buffistae are born! Congrats to Jessica and family, and Lyra Jane and her family!
I'm sorry to hear of the asshattery in the hospital, Kat. That really needs to stop.
Meanwhile our Father's Day plans have been detoured by a wee fever (Isaac, not his father), so we are taking it slow today.
It's not my birthday, but thanks for the thoughts anyway. I hold on to the m until September.
The problem with waiting for the nice, sunny days to garden is that the sun gives me a headache.
Cindy, it sounds like you did exactly what needs to be done. And with the bonus of not having to wait in the ER with the other sick folk.
I actually did go to the E.R. before anyone here answered, I called my cousin who is an RN. She insisted I take Julia in, and said they'd definitely want to give her a tetanus booster and probably an anti-biotic. My mother then called and echoed my cousin's instructions.
After waiting about an hour or hour and a half, Julia was finally seen in the E.R. fast track. The doctor removed the bandage, looked at it, asked if an electric stapler injured her, was surprised that it was just a crappy desk stapler from Walgreen's, and did absolutely nothing. When I asked if he had any instructions for keeping it clean/caring for it -- he said no.
I thought of you Kat, and the frustration with dealing with hospitals, while we were there. I couldn't take the strain you're under with the sort of grace and courage you exhibit all the time, while your children are so fragile.
After Julia had been through triage, and registration but before she was seen, we were waiting in the waiting room. I asked her to show me her hospital bracelet. She did. It was for a 63 year old man named Robert Edward [Last Name]. We read it aloud and as it turns out, we were waiting near his family. We called over the triage nurse who took the bracelet off Julia but never returned with a new one. Robert's family went to his bedside make sure he had the right bracelet. He did, but apparently hadn't gotten any bracelet inside, and instead they'd brought one to him after he was already in bed.
TIRED. All in favor of a nap raise your hand.
::raises hand::
I missed a leap in here somewhere. Where does the non-thinking come in?
Instead of taking it all on faith, so to speak. Feeling free to speak up and ask if a particular practice makes any sense, like substituting grape juice for what clearly was intended to be wine. Thinking about whether transubstantiation is literal or symbolic (and being respectful of other's opinions about it).
An awful lot of Protestant denominations (not just Baptist) switched to grape juice along the line (largely in response to the temperance movement). It often comes up as a topic of conversation in churches. Those churches which have not switched back to fermented wine have stuck with grape juice, so as not to burden those members of the congregation who are recovering alcoholics. Don't assume it's a lack of thinking just because you don't understand it.
TIRED. All in favor of a nap raise your hand.
I was already napping! I am a trendsetter, even when asleep.
