I am re-publishing this "Skeptic's" column today because, if anything, it is even more relevant today than when it first appeared.
Well, we are in that time of year again – July in general, and the Fourth in particular -- when we all make the obligatory pilgrimage to the First Church of American Exceptionalism, also known colloquially and variously as "the back yard" or "the deck" or "the patio", where we celebrate the Sacrament of Opportunistic Patriotism with beer instead of wine, with burgers instead of unleavened bread, on an outdoor barbecue grill instead of an altar, where meat is miraculously transubstantiated into “bad” cholesterol. It’s all a very moving ritual. But the part I find most meaningful and profound is the part of the service where we all pause, put our burgers back
Let’s try a thought experiment, shall we? Suppose we lived in a society where …
o … all civil government was subject to religious authority ... in fact, in most cases, the civil government just is the religious authority
o … that religious authority took its talking points, decision criteria, its policy directives from a dusty, mouldering religious text which was revered, even though vast tracts of it were well-nigh incomprehensible, and even the parts that could be understood were subject to a welter of varying, often contradictory, interpretations
o … even the authorized and approved – by the religious authority – interpretations of that text were subject to authoritative explication by councils of an exclusively male clergy
o … scholarly criticism and analysis of that text was stric
Where is your light today? What is inspiring you? Transforming you? What is allowing you to be love to the world?
“I will remember this word," he said. "Shenanigans. It is a good word.”
― John Flanagan, The Emperor of Nihon-Ja
Today, I would like to introduce shenanigator, Rev. Dr. Monica Corsaro. She honored us by answering some questions I put to her!
In my first year at university, I will never forget, two of my friends came out to me. This was the mid-80's so it was not yet cool to explore and or know your sexuality was not hetero-normative. My guy friend, I will call John, was scared to death. I mean to death because he being raised conservative Catholic and believed he would be beat up by his father or worse. Fortunately, I was part of a campus ministry and knew that I could get