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A Queer Sort of Christmas

All I want for Christmas, just about now, is a break! I read somewhere in the last few days that being ordained really messes with your family Christmas traditions, and I can testify to that.

I will still get a holiday – it’ll just happen when every else goes back to work. Before that, though, I have to finish and submit my last essay for 2015 (yup, last year) for my MLitt. It’s about postmodern biblical interpretation, and I’ve been doing some reading on the subject of Queer Theology for it. It probably isn’t about to become my new favourite topic, but it does have its moments, and when I came across this quote I thought it was too good to ignore.

“That the divine immersed itself in flesh and that flesh is now divine is Queer Theology at its peak. There can be no sanitization here or something of the divine essence will be lost—it is not the genetically modified, metaphysical son of god that declares the divine human con- junction but the screaming baby born amidst the cow shit and fleas, covered in his birthing blood and received into the uncertain arms of his child/mother that declares salvation for all. Male theologians have preferred to distance themselves from these all too earthy moments and in so doing have missed the point—the divine is earthy, messy and partial and is to be found there in all its glory, not in splendid doctrine stripped of all humanness.”

–  Marcella Althaus-Reid and Lisa Isherwood “Thinking Theology and Queer Theory.” Feminist Theology 15(3) (2007): pp.302-14, 310.

Good stuff.

A belated, messy, glorious Merry Christmas to you.

The other side of the line

Probably my second favourite book of 2013 was a memoir by an American Lutheran pastor, Nadia Bolz-Weber. In one of the passages I liked best she wrote about how she likes to “box” things: X is good. Y is bad. I like to do that too; it makes life easier if I can categorise things neatly.

But then she talked about why the categorisation habit is a problem. She said that a friend pointed out to her that: Read more


I am thinking about onions. In fact, this morning I spent quite some time reading about them, too. Robert Farrar Capon’s “The Supper of the Lamb” spends fully 8 or 9 pages just talking a reader through sitting down with, observing, cutting and squashing the juice out of an onion. Strange, but true. True, also, is that if you do it, you are likely to come away changed.

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