Mark Shea has the main article in this months issue of Crisis and his article is online.
Fr Dwight Longenecker also had an informative article in this months Crisis on the Anglican Use Right and the Pastoral Provision, though it isn’t online.
Mark Shea has the main article in this months issue of Crisis and his article is online.
Fr Dwight Longenecker also had an informative article in this months Crisis on the Anglican Use Right and the Pastoral Provision, though it isn’t online.
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I really enjoyed the “Redeeming the black avenger” article on boys and the faith. I am working through the thoughts in my head to expound upon this.
With 5 boys, it sure makes sense too me.
That was hysterical, right up to the part about the Muslims. Not that there isn’t truth to be told from that angle, but because some of that truth will incite violence today. And we know that “profiling” does imply that EVERY member of a particular group will behave a certain way by association. That sort of thinking has victims.
I do appreciate the chance to laugh at our ridiculous sensitivities, nonetheless. I was thinking the other day that we may have to declare a non-English national language just because there are so few English words left to say, else we OFFEND! It was bad enough when insults and curses redefined acceptable words, but now, via “kind” euphemisms, through some sort of back formation, the euphemisms become insults and so we have even fewer appropriate words. (Did you wince when I said “appropriate”? Ah-ha, see!!!)
We can’t say:
gay, special, black, yellow, partner, friend, blond, companion, massage, disabled, enable, mate, boy, man, jump, hump, other, gifted (Who you callin’ “gifted”) his, bad, truth, God, fairy, mother, poor, wrong, needy (who are you callin’ “needy”?) sin, etc, etc.
I think that every time we come up with an inoffensive term it will eventually offend and become a BAD word! At some point, we have to laugh. (Ooh, do you think it’s ok to say ‘laugh’ as long as I don’t do it in public? What if I just spell it?)
Reminds me of when my son, at three, proclaimed when the largest man he had ever seen stepped into a public swimming pool, “It’s okay Mom, I didn’t say ‘FAT’!”