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Secular Bells

Posted on December 27, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

It’s a little after the fact, but I’m still feeling the holiday cheer. It’s a genuinely good feeling. I remember the days when I still considered myself a Catholic, and December carried with it a comforting aura of religious joy. Christmas meant so much back then because, you know, it actually meant something. But these…

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Letting it Be

Posted on September 4, 2004February 28, 2022 by KZ

On the drive home today, I noticed a truck bearing a bumper sticker that tells the world to “Pray the Rosary for Peace.” I don’t mean to sound fatalistic, but wouldn’t you think that Mary pretty much gets it at this point? And for that matter, don’t you think she’s had enough time to notify…

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More About Moore

Posted on November 13, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

Alabama Chief Justice Roy Moore got the boot today for his refusal to remove a monument honoring the Ten Commandments from the lobby of the state courthouse. When I first mentioned Moore in my blog, I was visibly irritated and admittedly antagonistic. But now that Moore is out of work, I can’t help but feel…

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We’re Miles Apart, Me and Her

Posted on October 12, 2003February 28, 2022 by KZ

Dude, why is it that the cutest girls I meet are usually wholesome, churchgoing Christians? It’s not as if I have something against them. In fact, I’m under the impression that quite the opposite is true. I never feel “good” enough to chase after a nice Christian girl because I don’t think I could ever…

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Blasphemy Revisited

Posted on August 29, 2003February 25, 2022 by KZ

What’s all this crap we’re hearing about Alabama? In a largely symbolic gesture, some courthouse in Alabama was ordered by US federal courts to remove a tall, granite monument of the Ten Commandments from the lobby. Predictably, this pissed off plenty of Christians, who have resolved to set things right and to get that TWO…

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On Casting the First Stone

Posted on October 23, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I don’t believe in Hell, but I’d sure like to believe in a kind of public Purgatory in which all of the deceased assholes of the world are set on display in medieval stocks. On our way to Heaven, all of us decent folk would get the chance to walk by and kick each of…

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Blasphemy by a Former Catholic

Posted on October 2, 2002February 25, 2022 by KZ

We’ve all heard people take the Lord’s name in vain. That kind of thing bothers some people, but it doesn’t get to me anymore. Whenever I hear somebody say “goddamnit” or mutter something like, “oh for Christ’s sake,” I’m more concerned about how that person is doing than I am about God’s feelings. God has…

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I nudged myself closer into the ledge and closed my eyes and thought "Oh what a life this is, why do we have to be born in the first place, and only so we can have our poor gentle flesh laid out to such impossible horrors as huge mountains and rock and empty space," and with horror I remembered the famous Zen saying, "When you get to the top of a mountain, keep climbing." The saying made my hair stand on end; it had been such cute poetry sitting on Alvah's straw mats. Now it was enough to make my heart pound and my heart bleed for being born at all.~Jack KerouacSource: The Dharma Bums
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