Orthodixie

Sunday should not only be a day of rest but it should also be a day of sex, the Church of England has recommended.

Story.

(I know the article states that, but does it really say that?)

H/T THUNDERSTRUCK

Then there’s T H I S.

U2’s frontman, Bono, on Evangelicals:

I’ve started to see this community as a real resource in America. I have described them as “narrow-minded idealists.” If you can widen the aperture of that idealism, these people want to change the world. They want their lives to have meaning. And it’s one of the things that the Democratic Party has missed out on. You know, so much of the moral high ground in the past was Democratic: FDR, RFK, Cesar Chavez. Now I suppose it’s Hillary’s passion for cheaper medical care. And Teddy Kennedy, of course.(Excerpted from RS 986, November 3, 2005)

Taken from THUNDERSTRUCK (from interview in Rolling Stone, scroll to 10/20, reader beware).

Jesus e. e. christ

Brussels, Oct. 19, 2005 (CNA) – According to a new grammar rule in the Netherlands and Belgium, the name “Christ” will soon be written with a lower-case “c”, as stipulated by an orthography reform published last Friday.

According to the Kath.net agency, the new spelling rules also will stipulate that the Dutch word for “jews” (joden) be spelled with a capital “J” when referring to nationality and with a lower-case “j” when referring to the religion. The changes will be mandatory starting in August 2006.

More.
H/T News Forum.

Comment from Open Book:

Plagiarism? Let’s see:

Holy Blood, Holy Grail: Jesus has sex with Mary Magdalene. They spawn a holy bloodline.

Da Vinci Code: Jesus has sex with Mary Magdalene. They spawn a holy bloodline.

Yep, sounds like a lawsuit to me.

H/T GetReligion

My rant on the Evangelist Madonna garnered comments in other venues around the Blogosphere. While it was intended to tweak conversation, I’ve not read any disagreement concerning my actual words. The following words, in this long but worthy read, should prove beneficial to all — even Madonna. 🙂

In the sluggish carriage of the body my soul journeys through this world of illusions, which are trying to prove their existence by means of their sluggishness and massiveness.

O Light-bearing Lord, how dreadfully and drukenly stuck to this sluggish carriage my soul has become! In her blindness she thinks that, if she were to fall from this carriage, she would be able to fall down lower still — as though she were not standing on the same ashes whether on the wood or beneath the wood!

In her fear and ignorance my soul has entirely surrendered herself to the body, merely in order for the body to convey her as slowly and sluggishly as possible on the road to a disastrous end.

Her own lordship, her own reality — the only reality in this world — the soul has handed over to the body out of fear and ignorance. She has handed over a mirror to a blind man, and the blind man has shattered it into pieces.

Remember your beginning, O soul, when you were like a sunbeam and the body was like moonlight. Back then you were as piercing and translucent as sunlight, and your carriage was as swift as moonlight.

At that time you used to know that essence was within you, and that your carriage was merely your shadow and something loaned to you. And you knew nothing of fear, for you had your sight and saw yourself borne aloft on the wings of power and immortality.

The sluggish carriage in which you are now riding, is what you yourself wanted of your own free will, according to your own fear and your own ignorance, and you yourself created it.

God did not wish to make you the way you are now, nor your body the way it is now. In order to rid yourself of some slight darkness, into which you were tossed by your desire, you plunged into denser and denser darkness, until you became altogether dark, became heavy, and made a garment for yourself — until you eventually surrendered all your dignity to your corpulent garment, just to rid yourself of fear.

You gave your essence to one who could not bear it, and thus you lost it in both ways; and you became a nonessential and frightful shadow like your body. For essence is a sacred object, and as soon as it is brought out into the bazaar to be bought and sold, it leaves both the buyer and the seller and drifts away from both to an equal extent.

Therefore even the great wise man of India has denied your essence, O soul — to you no less than to your bodily raiment. However, if God descends into you, and is born within you, you will gladden the saddened Hindu sage, who sits in lotus position and meditates, for you will have restored the lost essence. Truly, all essence lies in God, and outside God there is no essence, not even so much as a mustard seed.

Behold, I see within you, my soul, a tiny nook, like a candle-illumined cave in a massive mountain overladen with darkness. The more deeply I peer into the light concealed within you, the more it seems to me to resemble your virginal beauty, your pristine beauty, my soul. Since my peering the dim light has been growing brighter, and more and more clearly one can distinguish in it the wondrous face of a virgin — like a sunbeam arrayed in moonlight.

Here is your salvation, my frightened soul. Here is your life — everything else is a sepulchre. If only you would make this dim light burst into blaze, and bring this blazing bonfire into my mind and into my heart.

Come to your senses, my soul, and fix your gaze on the little cave where the youthful virgin dwells. Lo, out of this cave deliverance will come to you. Within it even now you will find all your remaining strength, your unblemished beauty, and your unsold immortality.

Outside the cave, outside my soul, where a virgin gives birth to God, everything is shadow and ash, including the sluggish carriage of the body.

— St Nikolai Velimirovich

Taken from Prayers by the Lake

I’m currently teaching a class, De-Canonizing the “Da Vinci Code.” Tonight, toward the end of our session, we visited Genesis 3, the “curses” upon Man, and the casting out from Paradise. Of course, one of the “penalties” is that the woman longs for — and submits — to her husband.

Here’s an email I later received from a female parishioner:

“Is this what you were talking about?”

FWD …

When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Paradise, God appeared and said, “I want the men to make two lines; one line for the men who were true heads of their households and the other line for men who were dominated by their women. I want all the women to report to St. Peter.”

Soon, the women had gone and there were two lines of men. The line of the men who were dominated by their wives was 100 miles long, and in the line of men who were truly heads of their households, there was only one man.

God said, “You men should be ashamed of yourselves. I created you to be the head of the household. You have been disobedient and not fulfilled your purpose. I told you to be the leaders in your families. Of all of you only one has obeyed. Learn from him. Tell them, my son, how did you manage to be the only one in this line?”

The man replied, “I don’t know. My wife told me to stand here”

In antiquity, a kiss on the lips was seen as transferring a little bit of one’s spirit to the other person. You have a lot of early — I kind of think of them almost as Greco-Roman Harlequin — novels that speak of the kiss as this transfer of spirit. Christians modify it a bit, to suggest that when Christians kiss each other, they don’t just exchange their own spirit, but also share a part of the Holy Spirit with one another. So the kiss is seen as a way to bind the community together.

Here.

H/T Thunderstruck