Author: Peony Moss

housekeeping

apologies — I started messing with the template and realized too late that I shouldn’t have. I beg your patience until I can get this back together again.

THIS is what I want for Christmas!

Katharine Jefferts Schori Ecumenical Mug — referring to this fine interview with the Episcopal Presiding Bishop, Her Sensitiveness Katharine Jefferts Schori , which I saw at Amy Welborn’s: How many members of the Episcopal Church are there in this country? About 2.2 million. It used to be larger percentagewise, but Episcopalians tend to be better-educated… Continue reading THIS is what I want for Christmas!

‘Cause, like, pro-lifers are like totally lame and all

via commenter CV at Mark Shea’s: Celling Out: Bioethics and the Culture of Cool Excerpt (emphasis added) A buddy of mine from college, one of the few with whom I still maintain regular contact, is convinced that I misplaced my brain somewhere over the course of the last eleven years… I’m religious—a Christian, to be… Continue reading ‘Cause, like, pro-lifers are like totally lame and all

Stopping the downhill slide

via Realpsed Catholic: Regeneration: Of all the damnations I have heaped upon what I call “postmodernism” lately, the one that seems most to surprise my readers is “joylessness”. To be clear, let me begin by explaining what I mean by “postmodern men” (or, “posthuman moderns” as I call them, when my mood is fraying). I… Continue reading Stopping the downhill slide

Saints with swords

Any ideas for a Saint costume that involves a sword? (Hambet has flatly rejected St Michael.) I’ve thought of St Louis; any other ideas?

Red state blues

Every day I find another reason to be happy that we’ve moved (back) to Virginia, and now that it’s fall I find bonus reasons. The colors, the apple cider, the pumpkins…. yes, we had fall colors, cider, and pumpkins in Maryland, but not like this. And twice a day, as I go over the overpass,… Continue reading Red state blues

Open your hymnals

O God of earth and altar, bow down and hear our cry, our earthly rulers falter, our people drift and die; the walls of gold entomb us, the swords of scorn divide, take not thy thunder from us, but take away our pride. From all that terror teaches, from lies of tongue and pen, from… Continue reading Open your hymnals