This is my first post on this section, if you don't laugh, it will be my last post. What ya think?
Should religious people hang it up?
Religious frigidy concerning the beliefs of others is an unfortunate psychological and emotional handicap, but far from hopeless, and incurable. It has to be the old conundrum of religious frigidity that causes gospel singers to sing the way they do, but for most of us, its likened to bad perfidy.
Maybe an analyst's couch is the answer? Almost all religions analysts would agree that the old bugaboo of religious frigidity is nothing more than a shibboleth, or because the one lying on the couch resembles the quagga of South Africa.
Many claim their church to be the mother of all churches. Those who disagree with this point of view are called Quislings, or that guy Ahab, Jezebels husband, you know the guy.
There are those of the same genes who believed the San Francisco cow palace was a place where they gathered cows; boy are their faces red.
Is this caused by jingoistic saber-rattling? lazy brain muscles? or the lack of exercise thereof? Maybe the answer to religious frigidity lies in the book, "Love secrets of the German SS." Maybe the answer to tolerance and understanding may be accomplished in the roasting of a cow, and gnawing on its bones.
The answer to religious fridity may be in our lack of humor. Christian humor reminds me of several women staring in disdain at an overfilled garbage can. Some of the things said and written concerning the doctrines of others, I would expect to find in the graffiti written on the walls in Sing Sing. Oh well!
I walked into a church and the sign said, "Dear guests, men turn to the left, ladies turn to the right." This is the place where many come to forget all their troubles, but what they are told is, the Sanctum you have entered is for-sooth, a long sought Elysium, its your fountain of youth.
We are told, "Forget everything that hampers your style, make yourselves at home. Formality isn't the order here, just make yourself known to those on the left and the right. Howdy neighbor!"
Getting some to attend a function for Universalist can be compared to bar-baiting. As you pass through these doors, please deposit $10.00 in the jar by the door, and be sure to check your hopelessness at the door.
The first question they asked me at the meeting was, "What's so bad about being middle-class anyway?" My reply was, "huh."
It appears to the speaker that we were nothing but a group of quibbling little boys and girls. When he did speak, he opened his sermon as if he were attacking a complacent, "What's going on around here audience."
I stood up to defend the middle class; he told me to sit down. But I yelled up to him, "Its not the middle class that starts all the trouble, its the religious egg-heads that cause all the disagreements, wars, riots, earthquakes, and Tsunamis. Its the brain types that get us into these fixes."
But my words were lost in the ohs, and ahhs. He concluded that us middle class are repressive, intolerant of innovation and change, desiring only the truth. He claimed, "You middle class go all the way back in history to George Bush, and some as far back as Reagan. " He dubbed us "Bushismist."
The Catholics claim that Protestants ethics have remained unchanged since Bushism set in, except for such minor shifts as the exchange of our winter woolens for sweatshirts, and Niki sneakers, for shower shoes. And the Protestants claim that the Catholics never change, they only claim to.
Well let this middle class religiously frigid Puritan close with a reminder to sign up for the Michalangelo drawing course being held at St. Johns church, and the Ernest Hemingway writing course, at the first Baptist church. Pass me another bone to gnaw on please.
Phil LaSpino
Should religious people hang it up?
Religious frigidy concerning the beliefs of others is an unfortunate psychological and emotional handicap, but far from hopeless, and incurable. It has to be the old conundrum of religious frigidity that causes gospel singers to sing the way they do, but for most of us, its likened to bad perfidy.
Maybe an analyst's couch is the answer? Almost all religions analysts would agree that the old bugaboo of religious frigidity is nothing more than a shibboleth, or because the one lying on the couch resembles the quagga of South Africa.
Many claim their church to be the mother of all churches. Those who disagree with this point of view are called Quislings, or that guy Ahab, Jezebels husband, you know the guy.
There are those of the same genes who believed the San Francisco cow palace was a place where they gathered cows; boy are their faces red.
Is this caused by jingoistic saber-rattling? lazy brain muscles? or the lack of exercise thereof? Maybe the answer to religious frigidity lies in the book, "Love secrets of the German SS." Maybe the answer to tolerance and understanding may be accomplished in the roasting of a cow, and gnawing on its bones.
The answer to religious fridity may be in our lack of humor. Christian humor reminds me of several women staring in disdain at an overfilled garbage can. Some of the things said and written concerning the doctrines of others, I would expect to find in the graffiti written on the walls in Sing Sing. Oh well!
I walked into a church and the sign said, "Dear guests, men turn to the left, ladies turn to the right." This is the place where many come to forget all their troubles, but what they are told is, the Sanctum you have entered is for-sooth, a long sought Elysium, its your fountain of youth.
We are told, "Forget everything that hampers your style, make yourselves at home. Formality isn't the order here, just make yourself known to those on the left and the right. Howdy neighbor!"
Getting some to attend a function for Universalist can be compared to bar-baiting. As you pass through these doors, please deposit $10.00 in the jar by the door, and be sure to check your hopelessness at the door.
The first question they asked me at the meeting was, "What's so bad about being middle-class anyway?" My reply was, "huh."
It appears to the speaker that we were nothing but a group of quibbling little boys and girls. When he did speak, he opened his sermon as if he were attacking a complacent, "What's going on around here audience."
I stood up to defend the middle class; he told me to sit down. But I yelled up to him, "Its not the middle class that starts all the trouble, its the religious egg-heads that cause all the disagreements, wars, riots, earthquakes, and Tsunamis. Its the brain types that get us into these fixes."
But my words were lost in the ohs, and ahhs. He concluded that us middle class are repressive, intolerant of innovation and change, desiring only the truth. He claimed, "You middle class go all the way back in history to George Bush, and some as far back as Reagan. " He dubbed us "Bushismist."
The Catholics claim that Protestants ethics have remained unchanged since Bushism set in, except for such minor shifts as the exchange of our winter woolens for sweatshirts, and Niki sneakers, for shower shoes. And the Protestants claim that the Catholics never change, they only claim to.
Well let this middle class religiously frigid Puritan close with a reminder to sign up for the Michalangelo drawing course being held at St. Johns church, and the Ernest Hemingway writing course, at the first Baptist church. Pass me another bone to gnaw on please.
Phil LaSpino
