You have to know that I have been in love with this man, Mark Harris, since 1986. Other than Jesus, he's the only man I've ever loved for such a long time.An intelligent mind is the best aphrodisiac, no matter how it comes packaged.
1986 is the year I graduated from seminary and was ordained. I had been called as full time chaplain at University of Lowell in Lowell, MA and he was working at the National Church as - oh, I forget the exact title - but coordinating National Campus Ministry. We worked together on NatGatIII - the third national gathering of college students, faculty and staff - in Estes Park, CO.
It was an unforgettable event.
He is a published poet, an activist, a fellow General Convention junkie, as well as being a devoted husband, father, raconteur and bon vivant.
He also has an amazing website PRELUDIUM. Check it out.
This is his latest endeavor: A You Tube piece entitled "A Question."
(If the above link isn't "Hot": http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3pCmU7b2d4&eurl)
There are a few annoying breaks in the footage, but it is well worth seeing.
Simple and elegant.
Whenever my devout Roman Catholic grandmother would walk by a "Protestant" Church, she would bless herself three times and then mutter, "Dead wood always splinters."
Go on, now. Go over there and look at it. It will be good for you soul.
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Ha! Your post reminded me of my Roman Catholic grade school days. There were several Protestant churches in the neighborhood of our school. We were told it was a sin to enter them, to look through their windows, and even to look at them from the sidewalk.
And then there was the day the tornado struck. The nuns gleefully announced to us that no Catholic homes were struck. It was only the Protestant homes that were destroyed.
Are they Splinters or Acorns .... time will tell. Some will sprout & thrive and others will wither & rot. Branches face similar fates if they loose too many leaves and fail to draw life-giving nutrition from the Root.
If you can't tell an acorn from a splinter, I've got a bridge to sell you in London.
I'm sure I could, but distinguishing a splinter from a cutting is more difficult. We’ll see in 20 years. Oaks take time.
If you can't tell a splinter from a cutting, stay away from my garden.
Cuttings are moist and plyable, green and alive.
Splinters are dry and brittle, rigid and dead.
Which explains a great deal.
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