I have an idea for a new drinking game. Go to a Catholic mass, as I did this week for the first time in years, and take a swig of sacrificial wine every time you hear the word “peace.” You’d likely die of alcohol poisoning before the service was over.
I had forgotten how peace-oriented Catholics are. They ask for it. They give it. They even shake on it during the service to seal the deal. Christians in general are pretty into peace. Jesus was and he is, after all, their role model.
There are zillions of Catholics/Christians all over the United States. Congress is jammed full of them. I imagine the military is too. And since they are all peaceniks I wonder why we are at war with Iraq? Or with anyone? I think Jesus is pissed.
I had two members of the Jehovah’s Witnesses at my door the other day, a mother hiding behind her daughter as an escort.
I listened to their version of how “these are the worst times ever” and suggested that I did not agree nor did I approve of their “endtimes” message.
A polite debate took place as to the nature of history and cynics. My opinion was that The Book she was carrying described the worst times in history since it depicts the events leading to the earthly murder of her God.
I furthered that every Time in history could be considered “the worst” – and probably was – except that faith, perseverence and action somehow made it SO MUCH more tolerable, if not brighter.
I looked at her well dressed daughter – and asked this mother did she choose fear or hope as reason to breed.
What else could I say?
The 13th Candide