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Rosie, Rosie, Rosie…

Like many others I was initially upset, though not shocked, by Rosie O’Donnell’s opinion, expressed on the View, that radical Christianity is more dangerous then radical Islam.

After giving it some thought however, I think the matter rests on how we define the word radical. If a radical of either faith is one who is willing to kill others, for perceived insults, to gain glory or power, to gain territory, or compel conversion, then they are equally dangerous.

I would make the point, that a person who would do such a thing is not exhibiting Christ like qualities, and would not fit most definitions of a Christian. I can not speak on whether something similar would be true of a Muslim, as I am not well versed enough in Islamic beliefs to know.

If, however, a radical Christian is one who is trying to follow the teachings of Christ in all aspects of their life, I would not see them as a danger at all.

Christianity is, at it’s core, about love, forgiveness, redemption and salvation.

With this in mind I have revisited my original plan of writing a post critical of Ms. O’Donnall’s opinion. It is her’s and while my gut reaction to it was negative, I do not have enough information to understand what she was trying to say.

So I will simply close with an admonition given by Christ, which, when I was straying, has often put me back on the correct path, Matt. 5:44-45.

“44 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

45 That ye may be the children of your Father which is in heaven: for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.”

If that is radical, so, joyfully, am I.


You May Have Lived in…

I was sending these to my sister today, about places we have lived. Italy was hard. I had to come a lot up of them myself so, they may apply mostly to us, but I thought I would share.You may have lived in Italy

Pasta, pasta, pasta everyday.

You know what a rice ball really tastes like.

It is impossible for you to talk with your hands in your pockets.

You ask “How much for cash?” when buying but will accept ‘gifts’ in exchange for cash when selling.

If everyone over the age of 55 was under 5′ 5″ and wore nothing but black

Your cheeks were always rosy from being pinched by little old ladies, “Que bella bambina”

When you were growing up, you thought that all wine was red and that it only came in gallon jugs (or really huge bottles in wicker baskets)

You considered the Volkswagen Beetle to be a medium-sized car.

You knew someone who wore a gold chain,cross and horn

You knew there were prizes in the chocolate Easter eggs

You knew that presents come from la Buffana too

Your mother had a big chunk of parmesan on top of the frige

You have ever met a shepherd

You learned to ride your bike on the veranda

You threw food off the veranda for the dog downstairs

…and the little old lady down there whacked him with a stick for eating food that the chickens should have.

You spent your vacation camping in the crater of an active volcano

…or throwing up on the ferry to Capri.

…or in a gondola

…or riding piggyback up the Tower of Pisa.

…or left in the car, sound asleep from taking Dramamine

There were angels looking down at you everywhere you went.

You so get this Italian Cartoon

Cars at the Drive-in

I have a lot of memories tied up in old drive-in movie theaters. There once were 5 or 6 of them located here in town or a short drive away. Loml and I had our first date at a drive-in. The first time I saw the northen lights they were framing the screen, like a set of stage curtains. One drive-in was near the local fair grounds, where on Friday nights they held stock car races. The movie was interrupted periodically by the roaring of race cars as they rounded the turn at the east end of the track.

…and then over night, they were all gone. No drive-ins anywhere. Wiped out by strip malls, parking lots, and other things were deemed to be of more value, by whoever it is that decides these things.

…gone but one. One drive-in, so lowly, so remote, that it escaped the notice of those who wanted to destroy all evidence of our once unsophisticated entertainment history. Forgotten it sat just off the interstate, surrounded by fields of corn and beans, and continued to show moves, on hot summer nights, fireflies blinking in the night sky and an occasional passing truck sounding the air horn, in salute.

We watched the new Disney movie “Cars” there last night and I was struck with the idea that I was watching the this movie in the best possible place. It was made to be shown in a drive-in, and in this drive-in, with the interstate traffic passing behind the screen, the atmosphere was perfect.

The right film, in the right place, at the right time.

Thoughts on a Sunday

We took Sissy to camp yesterday. This is her first time at a sleep over camp.

She was very excited and while her cabin mates were sobbing and clinging to their parents, Sissy was practically pushing her dad and I into the car. She wanted us to go home and get out of her hair. Ungrateful little wretch!

On the way back we stopped at the cemetery where my father in law is buried. There is a lovely pond near the front gate and I noticed three children,ranging from 4 to 6 in age, playing there as we came in. There were no adults anywhere around. Just three little kids throwing rocks into the pond, chasing ducks, and climbing the waterfall. They were having so much fun. They held hands and wandered from grave to grave, one of them kneeling once in an attitude of prayer. After resting for a time in the shade of a tree they resumed their enjoyment of the pond.

But through it all, I feared for them, what if one of them fell into the pond, so we stayed watching at a distance. I called 911 and told them of my concerns, they told me they would send some one shortly, but no one ever came, I called again and was told that all officers were out on calls and one would be sent as soon as possible, after over half an hour had passed the children left the cemetery and joined up with some teenagers at a nearby apartment complex, they obviously knew one another, so I again called 911 and advised them that the children were no longer at the pond.

I seriously hope that this is not standard operation for our local police department. I would like to think that if my child were in danger that someone would make it a priority. I don’t see in the paper where we inundated with a crime wave or natural disaster Sunday, so I wonder what was given more priority then the life of a child.