Earlier this week, I wrote a post entitled: Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts: A Difference in Kind, not Just in Degree.
It was the Boy Scouts’ much-publicized policy decision regarding gay boy scouts that prompted me to finally get to writing, but I’ve wanted to say something about how incompatible the values of the Girl Scouts are with our Catholic faith for quite some time.
With that in mind, I had asked my mom to send me some of our old photos of me as a Girl Scout, figuring to keep the mean commenters away by inspiring their pity with my awkwardness . . . but the photos didn’t end up fitting in anywhere in the post.
I wouldn’t want my mom to have gone to all that trouble for nothing, so, for your viewing pleasure, I present . . . me as a Girl Scout:
|please note the accessories:
necktie, knee socks with tassels
and handy change pouch on the belt
|if feathered hair ever comes back, you guys,
I am SO set
feathered is the natural state of my hair
|that’s me, front and center
I’d also be good if that
rainbow bangs thing comes back
|how crafty is my mom?|
I’ve had even more time to think about things since I wrote the post. And now, after reading through the comments on the post and a bunch of emails I received from readers on the topic, my new chief concern has shifted.
We’ve all heard the assertion that what the same-sex marriage advocates want is not to gain marriage for themselves, but rather to destroy it as an institution. (Sometimes we’ve heard it from the horse’s mouth.)
I’m beginning to believe that the same case could be made in this situation. I would argue (and I did in the comments) that the biggest immediate threat to Boy Scouts is not being overtaken by an influx of “active and avowed” homosexual boy scouts, but rather that the organization itself will be irreparably splintered.
There is a Catholic group attempting to start scouting over from scratch, and many good Christian families are just throwing their hands up and walking away from scouting altogether.
And, not to sound like I’m typing this in a tin-foil hat or anything . . .
If you saw this post, you know that I quit making excuses and went away on retreat last weekend at the lovely Thomas Aquinas College in Santa Paula, California.
I’m assuming that there are some grownups involved in the day to day operations of Thomas Aquinas College during the school year. But they were not in evidence over Memorial Day Weekend. At all.
It was like some sort of very polite and quite Catholic Lord of the Flies. The guy on the riding lawn mower was a kid. The gal doing the watering was a kid. The kitchen was staffed entirely by kids. And mostly it seemed to be working just fine.
The maintenance guy we found to try to address the issue of the subzero temperatures of the girls’ dorm we were staying in, was also a kid. And he had limited success in adjusting the temperature, since the thermostat for the bedrooms was in a locked box that didn’t appear to have a key.
Which brings me to . . .
My NEXT conspiracy theory:
|this is not me
but I like her
Are they using super A/C in the TAC girl’s dorm as an incentive to modest dressing?
|this is how I wanted to be dressed in that dorm|
So. Very. Cold.
But then, I was going on retreat. So I figured I would do some retreat-type spiritual reading AND keep a promise at the same time. (Who says you can’t multi-task on retreat?)
I only got about a third of the way through, but since I’m not thinking it’s super-likely I’m going to be getting to the rest of it anytime soon, here is my review:
The first thing I ever read by Chesterton was Orthodoxy. And I was blown away. I felt like every single word in that little book screamed out TRUTH to me. Every analogy was the best one I had ever heard. I thought each and every paragraph ought to be highlighted and underlined and memorized-in-case-of-shipwreck.
Not so with The Everlasting Man. Of course, I agreed with it, but I never felt astounded by it.
Maybe I just need to shake the cobwebs out, I have been reading mostly kid lit. But I found it unpleasantly dense and also sometimes confusing. There is A LOT of stuff about horses.
Of course, there are plenty of shining moments. I pretty much love anything in Chesterton that follows the words “in short” or “in other words.” But I think my favorite quote was:
Both a baby and an old man walk with difficulty; but he who shall expect the old gentleman to lie on his back, and kick joyfully instead, will be disappointed.
It’s Chesterton so, obviously, you should read it, and so should I. But I won’t tell if you don’t, and then we could all just not read it. Ya know?
While singing along at Mass, I made a little discovery . . .
It would appear that in an earlier edition of “Celebrating the Eucharist” (a disposable missal/hymnal) the editors chose to replace the well known lyric “a wretch like me” as in:
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me!
with the feel-good alternative “and strengthened me” as in:
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound, That saved and strengthened me!
According to a note, the “wretch” phase has been “restored to respect the author’s original text. An alternative text is provided in italic.”
So, anyone who is offended by the original 18th century autobiographical lyrics written by a former slave ship captain who considered himself worthy of the title “wretch” can instead feel free to use the peppier alternative.
But I’m not surprised that there was some push back to the revision.
For a more scholarly take on the issue, see here.
And, finally, thanks to those of you who encouraged me to soldier on with the Classic Doctor Who episodes. You’re totally right. Tom Baker, as the Fourth Doctor, is more what someone who has watched and loved the new episodes would expect from the classics.