Back in the day, when I was in my early teens, I was at church youth camp. They showed a movie about the second coming (Rapture is what those weird people who spoke in tongues etc. talked about). The thing that stuck with me most in the movie was a girl my age (oh, the coincidence) who had just heard a sermon about how people would disappear, and she's going around the house trying to find her family, who are all outside, and she starts having screaming hysterics because she thinks she's been left behind. Fortunately, all her family rushes in and reassures her, and they have a touching family prayer moment to reassure her that she's a good kid and God won't forget her.
It took me a while to see that as psychological abuse, not the call to repentance and faith that it was supposed to be.
Liese, sounds like he's not going to get hired.
That's the thing. I will bet you one billions dollars he does get hired. Because 1. he's buddies with the pastors, and that's how those things work with this particular group of guys, and 2. they have no other candidates, despite knowing that they needed to hire since Februrary. If they'd started looking then, we could have had a nice working together period with the old leader. But as far as I can tell, they didn't start looking until the old leader was actually gone.
Ah, yeah, that's super frustrating! I'm sorry he's turning out to be such a flake.
Personally, I really like Wonderella's take on it:
I am quite smitten by the mouseover text.
It would be funny to see the televangelists' reaction to that announcement.
"What did you think I meant by 'love thy fellow man,' anyway?"
I'm totally emailing a link to that Wonderella comic to the kinderqueers. Who would love it more than gay seminarians?
Also, my iPhone autocompletes for kinderqueers now. Heh.
You know what this day needs? A random penguin video. [link]
Random penguins are awesome!
Parents keep child's gender secret
While there’s nothing ambiguous about Storm’s genitalia, they aren’t telling anyone whether their third child is a boy or a girl.
The only people who know are Storm’s brothers, Jazz, 5, and Kio, 2, a close family friend and the two midwives who helped deliver the baby in a birthing pool at their Toronto home on New Year’s Day.
“When the baby comes out, even the people who love you the most and know you so intimately, the first question they ask is, ‘Is it a girl or a boy?’” says Witterick, bouncing Storm, dressed in a red-fleece jumper, on her lap at the kitchen table.
“If you really want to get to know someone, you don’t ask what’s between their legs,” says Stocker.
When Storm was born, the couple sent an email to friends and family: “We've decided not to share Storm's sex for now — a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm's lifetime (a more progressive place? ...).”
