I guess he's right

Isn't there something in scripture about needing to become like a child to enter the Kingdom of God?

One of my coworkers made known that a literal belief in the Trinity is simpleminded. Only those without abilities for Deep Thought (TM) would deign to stoop so low. Meanwhile he was conversing with another about how he doesn't understand the trinity himself. I guess the grace is that for him it's a construct and not a reality - so his unknowing is you know, cool.

I don't mind being called simpleminded, nor do I mind not understanding the intricacies of Trinitarian theology and belief. I'm not that bright nor do I care to haggle and hassle over the details. God in three persons, one in essence, undivided - I'll never get my wee noggin wrapped around the how or why so I choose to accept the reality that is. After all, I've still got heaps of work to do to figure out how to love my neighbor and to love God before all else. Anyone can say what they like against the Church and her theology - what is of God will last and the gates of hell will not prevail. Christ has risen, trampling down death by death and upon those in the tombs bestowing life.

The only disturbing thing is that this man is a lay minister in a Roman Catholic environment, working with students, teaching them this stuff. I just get so frustrated that the only orthodoxy here is that Roman Catholic orthodoxy is wrong. Obviously I'm not of a western persuasion myself (churchily speaking) but the lack of respect the people in this place have for the church under which they work and in which they worship is just amazing and disappointing. But having it cloaked in the verbage of being cutting edge and hep I guess makes it kewl. Of course, this is the same group that harps on the Church's lack of woman oriented anything and yet they blast *right by* the Theotokos. I guess she's a been there, done that type of phenom.

I'll graduate someday.

How totally alternative!

The Woman's Century Club

Today was the WCC's summer picnic. we were a small crowd at the dahlia garden in Volunteer Park, but we had a wonderful time. The weather cooperated and we got the tables we had wanted.

I love the club - We range in age from late 20s to late 90s - it's not so often that we get that type of age interaction anymore, especially outside of family groups. There is such an interesting cross section of women in the club and I count it a privelege to know each and every one of them. It was great to see Darlene come up in her dress, hose, and pumps with her hair done of course - she's such a lady - and then to hear her tell about offering to be strip searched when she was going through airport security. Pity the poor security worker who picked on her! Hint: sometimes an old woman with a cane is not running drugs. Heh.

I love the ladies and where we are going together. It is such a great group.

If only I could wiggle my nose

and make my wish come true!

I'd make it so I could get paid for reading books of my choosing.

School started Tuesday night and I'm in an intensive three week course on global health. Lots of work and reading to do - Slackmeister Me doesn't get to goof off at all until September 8. I don't get to spend a whole evening reading for pleasure for three more weeks. Hope. I. Can. Make. It. Ack.

Off to study afore class.

I'm not really a glass half full kind of person

It's more like 'STINK! I spilled everything all over AGAIN!' in my life.

Today I had lunch with my dear friend A who lives in a retirement community on Mercer Island. It was the annual picnic, complete with a jazz/ragtime band. The weather cooperated and was lovely but not too hot. This being Seafair weekend (and really, WHO ever goes to Seafair?), the Blue Angels were having one of their practice runs over the lake and hence, the island. Now I'm no fan of the military industrial complex or of our war, but danged if I don't enjoy a good airshow by this Navy group.

So A and I were among the many on the lawn continually looking up and marveling at the precision and skill the pilots demonstrate. Eventually we decided to head back to her room and as we were halfway up the hill, my eardrums began to shatter and the world began to shake as those suckers came over our heads in diamond formation not much more than 100 yards directly above our heads. I got a wayyy close view of the writing on the bottom of the planes. Ack!

Now for the 'spilling of the cup' - where do I drag this rather cool experience down? Welllll, have no fear, nonexistent reader! One of my biggest wonders about September 11 was how/when those in the towers who could see or hear the planes realized that one moment that the plane was aiming for them. How many seconds did they have? What were their thoughts, what was their instinct - to pray or swear or scream or what? So standing on beautiful Mercer Island on a perfect summer afternoon with one of my dearest friends, when the Blue Angels streaked overhead in that one diamond formation (one of many pass runs over the lake during their show), THAT is what I was left thinking about - how those on September 11 felt when they heard whatever they heard. Thankfully, it was only a few moments of wondering for me. Strange moment.

For those who lost their lives on September 11 and those who have died in the resulting conflicts: Memory eternal.