Greetings, earthlings. Looks like we survived yet another brush with destiny. And asteroid with a name like DA14 drove by the neighborhood, but decided not to stop in to visit, unlike the meteorite that moved in like a loud-mouthed brother-in-law in Russia early yesterday morning. If we were going to be destroyed by an asteroid, you can bet you would have read about it here on Saturday Ramblings. As it is, we did have a relatively big story occur this week. What say we ramble together and find out what that bright light was?
If I had asked you last week, “Which is more likely to happen: A meteorite hitting the earth with enough power to shatter glass in an entire town, injuring more than a thousand people, or Pope Benedict XVI resigning?” how many of you would have said, “Rambler, you need to up your meds”? Well, iMonks, both happened. The times, they are a-changin’ …
And just how is that change at the Vatican going to occur? Here are some of the nitty-gritty details of how the next pope will be selected. Really disappointed that the process is not open to public. How great would that be? The inevitable what-did-they-know-and-when-did-they-know-it questions have begun. Look, did the pope just wake up Monday and say, “Hey! I think I’ll quit today”? Of course not. But never let a few facts get in the way of a good conspiracy. And the archbishop of Los Angeles is the first to use the “S” word when referring to Benedict. A bit early for that, don’t you think?
And the Synonymous Rambler wonders if Catholics and Baptists really can get along. Don’t you think that, for most Baptists, agreeing with Catholics would be more explosive than a meteorite?
Of course, the biggest news this weekend does not involve space rocks or retiring pontiffs. A VERY BIG SOMETHING is going to happen on the season-ending episode of Downton Abbey tomorrow night. And Christianity Today says that God has entered the picture this year in the events surrounding the Abbey. I still can’t believe that … oh, right. Some of you haven’t caught up yet. Hurry up so we can all be on the same page, ok?
Once this season ends, I will have a couple hours more each week to read. And since my “to read” pile is only about twenty or thirty books deep right now, I think I will add another. This one looks very promising. I would love to get a glimpse of The Man through the eyes of those who have spent time with him.
And here is one book that is not going into my “to read” pile. Not coming into my house, if I can help it. Wonder how books like these come to be? I’m not saying that this is the way this one came about, but in similar situations, the publisher will say, “What big-name Christian with a large marketing platform can we get to lend his name to a fiction project?” Then they go get that person and pair him/her with a person who can actually write. They might collaborate a bit on a storyline, then the writer takes it from there. The instruction from the publisher will be to not make it too “literate,” for that is not what sells in Christian fiction these days. Oh, sorry … I didn’t notice I had climbed up on a box of soap. I’ll move along now.
Do you care if the musicians in your church’s praise band are even Christians as long as they can hit that drum fill or hand off properly after a solid guitar riff? Would it bother you to know your music leader was also tipping the bottle, often not in moderation? Rev. Randy found this article on the subject interesting. You?
What is happening in Minnesota? Have the Lutherans been caught napping? Seems that—egads!—Assembly of God churches are the fastest growing in the Land of Lakes. Any Gophers care to explain?
Roving Rambler Adam Palmer found this article interesting, but the chart at the bottom even more interesting. Maybe the whole creation/evolution thingy is not as big of a deal for Christians as the media seems to portray it.
James the Mad let us know of the passing of Richard Twiss. Here was a man who spent his life in relative obscurity ministering in a way that would leave most of us, at best, confused. But for those whom he taught to embrace their heritage as a way to worship God, he will be greatly missed.
Want to go to the most religious state? Try Mississippi. Want to avoid the least religious state? Stay out of Vermont. Any more questions?
Ok, now we get to the interesting stuff. First is this, which is not only highly offensive, it is very scary because I think it just might be real. Oh please tell me I just dreamed this horrible, horrible video.
Both Rev. Randy and Michael Bailey found these 33 ways to know you were a youth group kid true to form.
Martha of Ireland wonders just what all fits the definition of “seafood,” especially now during Lent. One gray—or should we say green—area has apparently been cleared up.
A preacher in Kentucky wants his snakes back. You know, there is nothing about this story that surprises me. Not one thing. And that really concerns me.
And finally (finally!), a long-time patron of a Las Vegas restaurant has died. He died waiting for a bus in front of the restaurant. The diner was known as “Patient Joe.” The restaurant? The Heart Attack Grill. And how did Patient Joe die? (Wait for it …) He died of a heart attack. I seriously cannot make this stuff up.
Happy Happy Birthday was sung this last week to my wife, Kathy; Ernest Tubb; Carole King; Jimmy Durante; Lon Chaney, Jr.; Don Wilson; Thomas Edison; Eva Gabor; Leslie Nielsen; Burt Reynolds; Sergio Mendez; Sarah Palin; Omar Bradley; Bill Russell; Woody Hayes; Tennessee Ernie Ford; Chuck Yeager; Peter Tork; Jerry Springer; Peter Gabriel; Jimmy Hoffa; and Matt Groening.
How ’bout a bit of summer to chase away your winter blues? Don Wilson was the founder and lead guitarist of the Ventures, one of the recognizable sounds in music. Enjoy.