Warning to my Vegan Friends stop reading now…
More on my journey tomorrow, tonight I must digress
I tasted Caviar for the first time and OH MY it is so good. A cracker, some caviar, a dollop of crème fraiche, and a squeeze of lemon… Heaven.
We had this awesome party at church after the Easter Vigil… Champagne, Chocolate and Caviar…
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Friday, April 2, 2010
Good Friday
So another Good Friday and time again for my Good Friday Rant, but this year I don’t want to rant I want to talk about Barbie dolls……
A few days ago someone I follow on Facebook posted some pictures of Malibu Barbie dressed as a priest and it reminded me of how much fun I used to have playing “Barbies” with my BFF Becca. I think we played with them long after many girls had stopped. But of course the Barbies were having orgies by that time. We didn’t have a Barbie Dream House, any furniture, or even a “Ken” doll, so we were very creative. I made a little toilet for them out of an Avon “Wishing” bottle; we put little brown rocks in it for realism. The Barbies were married to the Beatles. We had bobble head Beatles dolls and they all slept in the same bed. Barbie even was pregnant a few times. The Skipper doll was married to George Harrison, we put eyeliner on her with a ballpoint pen so she would look like Patty Boyd.
What on earth does this have to do with Good Friday? Well I was thinking about my prized Barbie dolls what they looked like, what it was like to play with them, and what they felt like and I remembered that they were hard plastic. They were inflexible cold and stiff with a fake smile pasted on their faces. I don’t think Barbie ever made a mistake, ever colored outside the lines, or ever broke a “rule”.
For many years I was inflexible because if the bible said it I believed it. But then I started to think for myself and realized that Anslem’s theory of the Atonement didn’t make sense for many reasons. (For more on that just read my Rant on the Atonement).
Later I went to a more “liberal” church, but I avoided Lent at all costs, I hated Good Friday more than any other day in the year. A very insecure, narcissistic priest, who was, like Barbie, very rigid, led this liberal church. We did not deviate one iota from the BCP Good Friday liturgy and somehow for 2 years I was the person assigned to carry the cross down the center aisle. Even though I had said I wouldn’t do it, I was on the schedule and found it impossible to not show up.
So today I went to the Good Friday Vigil, which consisted of meditations on the last 7 phrases spoken by Jesus. These meditations were from different people from all walks of life and I was moved to tears. None of the people were plastic or rigid, none seemed at all afraid of being themselves.
When people are hurting, or suffering it is so hard to hear Gods voice. I don’t think that God abandoned Jesus on the cross; I think that in his humanity Jesus could not hear God’s voice. Jesus was not a Barbie Doll or even a Ken doll. For so many years all I saw was the abandonment that Jesus must have felt, reliving my own feelings of abandonment… This year I was able to leave them at the cross….
A few days ago someone I follow on Facebook posted some pictures of Malibu Barbie dressed as a priest and it reminded me of how much fun I used to have playing “Barbies” with my BFF Becca. I think we played with them long after many girls had stopped. But of course the Barbies were having orgies by that time. We didn’t have a Barbie Dream House, any furniture, or even a “Ken” doll, so we were very creative. I made a little toilet for them out of an Avon “Wishing” bottle; we put little brown rocks in it for realism. The Barbies were married to the Beatles. We had bobble head Beatles dolls and they all slept in the same bed. Barbie even was pregnant a few times. The Skipper doll was married to George Harrison, we put eyeliner on her with a ballpoint pen so she would look like Patty Boyd.
What on earth does this have to do with Good Friday? Well I was thinking about my prized Barbie dolls what they looked like, what it was like to play with them, and what they felt like and I remembered that they were hard plastic. They were inflexible cold and stiff with a fake smile pasted on their faces. I don’t think Barbie ever made a mistake, ever colored outside the lines, or ever broke a “rule”.
For many years I was inflexible because if the bible said it I believed it. But then I started to think for myself and realized that Anslem’s theory of the Atonement didn’t make sense for many reasons. (For more on that just read my Rant on the Atonement).
Later I went to a more “liberal” church, but I avoided Lent at all costs, I hated Good Friday more than any other day in the year. A very insecure, narcissistic priest, who was, like Barbie, very rigid, led this liberal church. We did not deviate one iota from the BCP Good Friday liturgy and somehow for 2 years I was the person assigned to carry the cross down the center aisle. Even though I had said I wouldn’t do it, I was on the schedule and found it impossible to not show up.
So today I went to the Good Friday Vigil, which consisted of meditations on the last 7 phrases spoken by Jesus. These meditations were from different people from all walks of life and I was moved to tears. None of the people were plastic or rigid, none seemed at all afraid of being themselves.
When people are hurting, or suffering it is so hard to hear Gods voice. I don’t think that God abandoned Jesus on the cross; I think that in his humanity Jesus could not hear God’s voice. Jesus was not a Barbie Doll or even a Ken doll. For so many years all I saw was the abandonment that Jesus must have felt, reliving my own feelings of abandonment… This year I was able to leave them at the cross….
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