Hey there Theolo-Gee readers! I posted an entry about Buddhist art on another one of my blogs. If you want to check it out, see it here:
This is Holy Week, an important time of the liturgical year for Christians, mostly because the word “holy” is right there and one must take all things holy very seriously and with the utmost respect. And I totally would: if it wasn’t for the fact that this coincides with my children’s Spring Break and their favorite activity thus far has been “keep mommy from having an intelligent thought during the day and make her too exhausted to think at night.” Here is the short version of what happened 2,000 years ago, between Christ’s warm welcome in Jerusalem up to his resurrection on the day you eat the ears off your chocolate bunny.
“Who Dat Saint?” St. Sebastian
I love being Protestant but there are certain things about me that make me wish I was Catholic. I love overly ornate churches and religious pomp. I enjoy the feeling of a rosary in my hands. Men in tall, funny hats always put a smile on my face. I already confess everything anyway; how hard would it be to say it to a priest? Plus, nothing beats a good saint story. And from a strictly artistic standpoint, Christian saints/martyrs are easily identifiable, thereby making my life easier when I had to take a test on Renaissance artworks. So I have started a new series that I am calling: “Who dat Saint?” (No disrespect to the wonderful people of New Orleans as I adopt their football team’s catchphrase. I love everything about your town, including the confessing I need to do after visiting it.) Continue reading
Okay, sit down, grab some popping corn, and get ready for one of the most fucked up stories to appear in the Bible. Enjoy!
I know Detroit for three things:
1) It got hit hard during this last recession (and for years before that)
2) It gets fucking cold there during the winter
3) Jeffrey Eugenides is a literary stud and he is from there and his books sometimes use it as a locale
It is the first two bullet points that brings me to ask for your help. A woman by the name of Veronika Scott started the Empowerment Plan and makes heavy coats that turn into sleeping bags for the homeless. As she passed out the coats, someone pointed out that they need jobs more than coats. So Veronika decided to hire some homeless people to help make these much needed items.
These are now being used by the Red Cross and other organizations to help those who need them the most. Let’s send some love and money their way and show how a good idea can become an even better idea.
PS- If you have some money left over, seriously you should buy Middlesex by Eugenides because it is fucking brilliant and monumental and fantastic.
“I can’t believe that God put us on this earth to be ordinary.”
Nothing makes me cringe more than hearing the dreaded three little words while I am at church… “All are welcome.” You may ask, Stacy, what about that phrase makes you want to bite on a hymnal to muffle your screams? Why is that phrase more annoying than a commercial break featuring three different 30-second ads for Geico Insurance? Why does your church’s “All Are Welcome” banner make you want to fling aforementioned sign into the street where it would probably be run over by some sort of hybrid car? Continue reading