One ‘Punishing’ Mennonite
We’ve arrived! Or, maybe, I should say, “We’ve come a long way, baby!” Or, maybe, I shouldn’t. I really don’t even care to mention it, but I’m going to anyway (I need some blog filler every once in awhile–like, twice a week). The most chiseled Anabaptist since Harrison Ford. Making an appearance more than a year ago, I initially ignored it. I turned my elitist nostrils north of the foul odor emanating... Read More
SOS
If this is gospel music, count me in: The Sound of Sinners. Released on the great triple-LP Sandinista. When I first heard Sandinista, I can’t tell a lie (well, I can, but for now I won’t), I didn’t like it. I was just another one of those ‘Young Punks’ they occasionally referenced and I found it disturbingly lacking in punk rock content. I was horribly, horribly wrong. Granted, Sandinista is radically different... Read More
A Nude King Takes it By the Bit: Five Questions with Becky Garrison
Becky Garrison may very well be Christianity’s most interesting court jester. What is a 'f@#k'? Kids today, what with their weird lingo and all. And yes, that is a compliment. I like to fancy myself quite the juggler (and I have all kinds of funky hats–striped tights, too), but I have nothing on the writings of one Ms. Becky G. She represents well the ever-growing necessity of the theological smart-ass in the classroom. This... Read More
I was a Teenage Exorcist (in the ‘Valli’ of good and evil)
Bob Larson. The name alone is enough to strike fear in men, women, children, donkeys, demons and even the gods. (Lowercase ‘g’, B.) Bob Larson. The man who claims to have exorcised death. (I couldn’t even get him to walk on a treadmill . . . ahhh.) Bob Larson. He named a book after himself. (I kind of respect that move.) Bob Larson. He has quite fertile seed. (I . . . I’m sorry.) “Brynne, why don’t you cast this... Read More
Jesus is Risen! (Gotta Work on My Tan)
Living at the beach, which, by the way, I highly recommend, is a bit much when it comes to the holidays. In terms of this nation-state’s liturgical holy days (Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day) I steer clear of the wandering masses that make their way to that mystical place where the water meets the land. I just really loathe the traffic (and the d-bags with their rented 8 foot long molded plastic Bic surfboards–I know, I know .... Read More
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