Between a rock and a hard place

From this blog, where tortured catholics tortuously hold their thorn-pricked heads in their hands, someone paints a rather apocalyptic picture:

We're not talking about denying the basketball-challenged from playing basketball. We're talking about denying human beings close, loving, physical relationships on account of something over which they have no control. We're talking about denying them families.

Happily, the "zeitgeist" is ahead of alleged Christians on this one. We're accepting and loving these families, going to PTA meetings with them, having their kids over to play. We're supporting them in fidelity as we support all our friends. When Brad next door freaked out and ran off for 24 hours, the neighborhood reacted protectively of Jeff, and held Brad to account. ("You nut, what do you think you're doing?!?") When Gabriel, Jo-Ann and Karen's kid, needs a ride, we car pool. We go to parties at their house. They come to dinners at ours.

Can you think of a more horrifying vision of hell? I mean, are our only two choices in society death by crucifixion in some Alabama Dobson Fun Camp or a version of vapid suburban hell in which I have to drive the snotty neighborhood kids around to soccer practice and invite these sorts of folks over for dinner? What if you don't want either? Frankly, I think I'd rather stay an unmarried threat to the family maverick if it helps me avoid the suburban draft.

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Posted by jason at June 10, 2024 08:04 AM