Some of the folks at work had their schedules changed last week. Accommodations are made for family events and plans you've plunked down money for, but the strong expectation is that you suck it up and do your work. It's a trade, after all: we pay you for so many hours a week, and, for [...]
The 'Intermission' is the best and most definitive chapter of the book. I took away an insight, here, and an important nuance: religion, and specifically Christianity, is not a physical thing. And as an historical idea, it shouldn't be, and can't be, parsed using the same tools that we use for, say, genetics.
I try, but I'm not always a shining-star of heartfelt caring. To wit: Hey Gimpy! I'm visiting Georgia, and on Sunday I visit the church I attended there to see some folks. A young woman sees me, and walks toward me, giddy and smiling, noticeably limping to the right. Like she's drunk on a boat. [...]
I don’t know if the history is right or wrong; it was close enough from my vantage. The plain fact is that I don’t read historical novels for fealty to events.
When I finished the story, one researcher, a tiny Japanese man about five years past retirement age, jumped up and clapped. He laughed aloud and told me to forget all the crappy stuff I learned in college.
During the first century, one could take their pick from various views of Jesus, the new Christian church, and its relation to other religions. As an orthodoxy emerged, competing ideas were rooted out. ‘Heretics’ were hunted down.
He refused to take any money and said that I could help him with something one day, but I honestly doubted that I had any skill he would be interested in.
But I bet that sometimes the muse does a dance, and, for reasons unknown, you churn out 1,000 words. Or, heaven forbid 2,000.
Another wordless Wednesday.