Oh, and it’s obvious is it not that ‘Contemporary Worship’, and the ‘Praise Band’ that produces it, all overseen by a ‘Worship Team’, is yet more effluvia of Decadent Late Capitalism. Really now, everyone at least gets that, right? Advertisements
Of course, we still have to go to church of a Sunday. If needs be we will sit in the ruins and wait for something to happen. Where this will be is anybody’s guess, but I have a few ideas.
So, my quest to resolve the Church Question has ended in failure. There are only a couple of congregations within fifty miles of where I live that do not have abominable ‘Contemporary Worship’ of some kind. Of course, there are … Continue reading
Like, yeah, Sleepless in Cleveland just doesn’t have the same something. It’s got the right vowels and liquids, but Cleveland needs another syllable, one that pushes the stress onto –land. And no, Heights won’t work: SLEEPless in CLEVEland HEIGHTS, see? … Continue reading
It’s odd, at least to me – in my nonfiction prose, I am a Realist, almost a Thomist. The more philosophical poems and some of the stories, however, seem to have been written by a kind of Idealist; sometimes he … Continue reading
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego shuffle down the alley where the women go, as poplars brush along the nape of night and whisper in that afterglow alight. They’re led up to a kingdom’s iron throne on which a king is seated … Continue reading