Fascinatin’ discussion on a number of conservative sites (Douthat at the Atlantic, Rod Dreher at CrunchyCon, Christianity Today mag) on whether Obama (ahem: President-Elect Obama!) is a Christian. Or whether he’s a good Christian. Or Orthodox. Or orthodox.
All this based on a 2004 interview with Cathleen Falsani of the Chicago Trib and parts of Dreams of My Father. The key for these commentators is not just what he said, but what he didn’t say. He’s insufficiently Nicene! He’s Arian! He denies the divinity of Christ! He doesn’t know how many angels dance on the head of a pin! (Okay. I made that last one up.)
Goodness. These gents are behaving like jazz fans or vegetarians: if you don’t line up exactly—OUT with you.
For the record: I like jazz and am vegetarian-ish, i.e., I don’t know who the drummer was in that session on Blue Note in 1954, and I occasionally eat fish.
Not very orthodox, I know.
I like to read thoughtful religious and conservative posts, and not (just) in a know-thy-enemy kinda way. I think it’s important to remind myself that ‘the other side’ also contains a fair number of thoughtful people, that I can find good criticism of my own positions, I can learn something about which I know little, and, yeah, that sometimes ‘the other side’ isn’t so far away.
That said, Rod Dreher at CrunchyCon has lost his mind when it comes to Prop 8 and homosexuality. One commentator in response to his hysteria (viz. his header: Gay mob assaults peaceful Christians) put it best: ‘The Russians are coming!’
Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t understand why some folks are upset by Prop 8, and saying mean things to religious proponents.
An article in the New York Times a week or so ago, about the various and too-often violent clashes in India, contained a great line:
One observer (gotta go back and get his name) accused the various sides of engaging in ‘offense mongering’.
Offense mongering. Excellent!
I’ve given up on NaNoWriMo.
I’ll still work on the story—which would never have made it to novel status, anyway—but I’m no longer chasing those 50,000 words.
As I discussed with C., cramming for words doesn’t really work for me, and I’m worried that stuffing in all those unnecessary adverbs and adjectives is wreckin’ ma teknik.
Still, I’m glad to have written what I have, and glad to have participated in this. I wouldn’t have known, otherwise, how this race for words could be so disruptive.
C., however, is bangin’ away, and says that this kind of pressure is just what she needs to kick her in the head. In a good way.
Oh, criminy, I can’t even start. Can’t. do. it.
Let’s just say that women are apparently not to be considered.
I’m an adjunct professor, so should probably blog about the execrable position of adjuncts in academia at some point.
But I have to get up early tomorrow to go teach.
My dad is home, and expected to recover fully.
The docs said he is very, very lucky.