Tag Archives: church

All Rocks Go to Heaven

All rocks go to heaven. That may not make sense to you unless you’ve seen the series of photos of two churches’ welcome signs (and even then, it still may not make sense). It began with a Catholic church, Our Lady of Martyrs, (and by the way, it was really difficult not automatically typing Mawrtyrs) stating that “all dogs go to heaven.” Beulah, Cumberland Presbyterian church, took offense to the idea that anyone other than a human would go to heaven. It is a hilarious conversation. Continue reading

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Catholicism Confuses Me: Sacred Vessels

Another thing I don’t understand about the Catholic church is the insistence on using expensive materials for the glasses and plate (chalices and patens) used in communion — the Roman Missal, Third Edition, issued by the Holy See in 2000, states, “Sacred vessels are to be made from precious metal. If they are made from metal that rusts or from a metal less precious than gold, then ordinarily they should be gilded on the inside.” Continue reading

Catholicism Confuses Me: Transubstantiation

Even setting aside the more obvious problems I have with the Catholic church’s positions on queer and trans issues, there are a number of things about Catholicism that just don’t make sense to me. Oh, certainly, many of them could be considered relatively small and picky — details, if you will — but the thing about the Catholic church as an institution is that the details matter. It’s very fussy about its details. In particular, today, I’m going to focus on transubstantiation.

I remember upsetting my mom when I was younger by comparing transubstantiation to cannibalism Continue reading

Hello, Cruel World

Actually the title of this post is a bit of a joke–whenever a person creates a new blog on WordPress, the demo first post is called “Hello World,” which always (this is my third WordPress blog, so I’ve a little experience with those posts) makes me think of the lovely Kate Bornstein‘s wonderful book Hello, Cruel World: 101 Alternatives to Suicide for Teens, Freaks, and Other Outlaws.

In other news, I am now in Chicago! I moved into the apartment (by which I actually mean, “my amazing parents moved me into the apartment, along with help from my two fabulous roommates”) a while ago. And (drumroll, please) I have successfully managed to take care of myself on my own since then. While this may not seem like an achievement, it certainly feels like one, given that I’ve actually never had an apartment before (thank my excellent relationship with my parents and the fabulous castles . . . I mean, dorms . . . at the Mawr). Continue reading