Cobbling Fish

You never told me about Sacco and Vanzetti, Mother. We are their champions, though they looked guilty, at least we are more than any Jewish-Russian beatnik.And Father, well, he always said it just takes a little common sense, as if there were a collective answer that defined the practicality of all action (nevermind those wild orchids).La via vecchia, the old ways, laid beside me last night, telling me of things to fear: “You always loved me.”Non si sorprenda....

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Therefore, Go

I MET A FELLOW the other day who claimed (in jest) to be a member of a recovery group for those addicted to rededications. Apparently, he had suffered from years of rededicating his life to God. By the time he was eighteen, he had rededicated his life ten times. The emotional support and strength he garnered every time he went forward at the end of camp week left him exhilarated, ready to face the task of being Christian in this world—that is, until he slipped up again. Now, by no means is there anything wrong with rededicating one’s life to God, but by the tenth time, we might consider the notion that something in the church (by “church” I mean “all of God’s people,” not “clergy”) has run amuck. That something might be the lack of discipleship....

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