Head First: May 2007

Monday, May 28, 2007

Happy Memorial Day

For the umpteenth year in a row, I went to a Memorial Day Parade today with Mrs. Dorsey and the little Dorsies. I made a couple observations:

First, I'm pretty sure I would make one badass bagpiper. I don't think I'm a Scotsman, but I know I could pull it off.

Second, I cannot abide string bands. I don't know if anyone outside the greater Philadelphia area has been subjected to the concept of Mummers, but trust me when I tell you, they're a sight to behold, and an embarrassment to decent drinking folks everywhere. Picture fifty semi-sober South Philly union guys, arrayed in brightly colored costumes, feathers and sequins as far as the eye can see, playing "Golden Slippers" as they dance down the avenue. Nothing says, "I'm gay" like shiny prancing drunks with banjos and saxophones.


Third, I want a 1943 Willys Jeep, preferably one like this, with a big gun mounted in the back. I think this would be a most effective traffic-management tool.


Fourth, I regret never having served in the military. Every year, I get a little choked up when the old guys from the American Legion march past. Today, there was one old guy on the front line, looking to be about ninety. He was too weak to carry a flag, but was clearly determined to march. His shirt was pressed, his shoes shined, and although his gait was shaky, he kept the cadence well. There was another younger veteran to his right who was ready with a steadying hand, but it didn't look like he was going to need it. As he marched down High St. ahead of the Stars and Stripes, the crowd on both sides of the street began to applaud the old soldier. As applause gave way to cheers, I remembered how much I love being an American. No matter in what condition we find ourselves as a nation, I will always be grateful to the men and women, the sons and daughters, the husbands and brothers, who gave up their lives for the idea of America (whatever that means to you). And I will always rise to my feet and remove my hat when our flag passes by.

I'm seriously considering the bagpipe thing.

Monday, May 21, 2007

What fish tell their children about me...

"And I beheld a rider on a pale boat. His name was Death, and Hell followed after him."


Thursday, May 17, 2007

An Interesting Juxtaposition...

...but is it sound? To what degree are God and Love interchangeable terms?

(all emphases mine)
(1 John 4:8) "The one who does not love does not know God, for God IS love."

(1 Corinthians 13:4-5) "Love (God?) is patient, love (God) is kind. It (He) does not envy, it (He) does not boast, it (He) is not proud. It (He) is not rude, it (He) is not self-seeking, it (He) is not easily angered, it (He) keeps no record of wrongs." (!!!!!!!!!)

That's pretty much exactly the opposite of what my 6th grade sunday school teacher told me.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Man knows not his time...

Jerry Falwell died today. When Erik told me the news, the first thought that came to my mind was David's lament upon hearing of the death of Saul: "How the mighty have fallen! The weapons of war have perished!" (2 Sam. 1)

I'm disappointed at some of the responses I've read on the blogs concerning his passing. I wonder if some bloggers can see the irony in the smug satisfaction they display over the demise of their "enemy."

"I have seen something else under the sun:
The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all." (Eccl. 9:11)


I disagreed with Jerry Falwell on many points. He was never, ever a person with whom I aligned myself. But I think my brother said it best earlier today (I'm paraphrasing):

If God has enough grace for an alcoholic, or a homosexual, or a sinner, I think He has enough grace for an evangelical, too.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

EUREKA!!!

This explains everything!