We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
But could she find one? Divinity School does not prepare anyone for anything but help with worship. That is a fine thing indeed, but what if you want to worship anything?
What if everything and anything is sacred? That's not religion - that's something else.
WalMart always needs cheerful greeters.
I have no doubt that she is a bright gal, but I am not sure that she has heard the music.
Image: Yes, that is the golden calf which is, no doubt, a path to God for modern Episcopalians. And all the people said "Moooo." Hey - we do dig cows, but we do not worship them, golden, or otherwise. Hmmm... if those ancients had discovered ice cream from those cattle, they might have had a worthy object of devotion. Just kidding.
Funny, but also sadly true...why I left the Anglican communion.
The African branch of the family is still afire with the love of God, but most of the English ones are stone cold, and the American Brit Wannabees have been almost blown out by the PC drafts sweeping them.
My son was anointed with oil at his baptism by an African bishop who would have cheered up St. Paul on a bad day in the jailhouse.
The thing is to elect one of them head of the American church and let them clean house and call back the faithful.