The Boys of Summer

I can tell you My love for you will still be strong After the boys of Summer have gone - Don Henley, Boys of Summer Ah the boys of Summer. From where they come we scarcely know. But they arrive nonetheless with their blonde hair, blue eyes, and muscle beach physique. Their white teeth glint even in the rain and their voice rivals that of the storms that herald cooler, drier air. Their hands are firm, fierce, and tender. They know their business, whether a traveling carnival or beach to comb, and their seduction pull shakes even the most sure and forthright. What chance do they not offer? What delight do they not possess? What siren song have they not mastered? What freedom do they not promise? What spell do they not cast? Is there peril at which they do not scoff? Is there sweet fragrance that escapes them? What opportunity is there apart from them even in their wake? Their season is brief and then just you. Me. He. Love proves strong during their wax and wane doesn't He? Doesn'

The Bee Girl - Part 3

I have been chronicling the journey of the Bee Girl in parts one  and two . This is a further exploration of what I see. Peering through the gate the Bee Girl happens upon a magnificent scene. There are no less than 10 people: old, young, black, white, brown, who are all dressed in bee costumes much like hers. They are all dancing together in a green, sunlit field with joyfulness expressed in such a unique manner. This is what she had been seeking in the faces and posture of the people that she had met and that even led her on this journey. Needless to say she joins them. Her somewhat tattered bee suit blends right in with the others and they accept her as one of their own. How could they not? She looks just like them. I can't help but smile in relief that she has found her satisfaction in her image in the ones she now embraces. The ones that have seemingly longed for her. This scene seems so unlike the one in the beginning of the video. But it isn't. It isn't at all. Benea

The Bee Girl - Part 2

For the proper context of this post I would encourage the reader to Part 1 of this series. Well, the Bee Girl rejected the false community that derided her in the talent show. Now in the light that is gracing her as she exited the door to the back stage she journeys to find a community that will be more receptive to that portion of her identity. With apologies to Mr. Spock, the journey she takes is fascinating. She finds numerous groups and individuals for which she performs while still in the bee suit. Admittedly the dance is a little wilder, perhaps more spontaneous, perhaps not, but she dances her heart out for these groups of people in an apparent attempt to make them understand. In short, they don't. She is met with curious stares and confusion. Some merely tolerate her, some come alongside her and even reach out to touch.  Yet, she remains unfulfilled. Her image, the one that drives her, the one in which she finds fulfillment, is not even remotely shared in the ones she seek

Abortion and the Supreme Court

Needless to say there is much that has been said around the recent Supreme Court ruling overturning Roe v. Wade and sending the matter of the legality of abortion back to the States for legislative action. Through the decision the Supreme Court communicated that the United States Constitution does not secure the right for anyone to seek an abortion and that the 1973 ruling guaranteeing that right was in error. The Supreme Court has overturned longer-standing precedents in the past, but that is not why I am writing about this decision.  In full disclosure I am of the belief that human life starts at the moment of conception. I see this position supported in my understanding of the science of reproduction and I believe that this position is in line with mainline veins of western philosophical tradition, current societal norms and sensibilities concerning motherhood and child rearing, and a careful reading of the Bible. However, I am not filled with joy concerning either one of the decisi

I must taste this death today

Today, seemingly out of "nowhere" I recalled the memorial acclimation that I was often invited to recite when I was a young boy in the Catholic Church: Dying you destroyed our death, Rising you restored our life. Lord Jesus, come in glory.  My sin will thrust me, hard, so hard, into the ground some day. Unnatural though it will be my soul will be unzipped from this body of mine disintegrating what God joined 52 years ago. Yet this death will not result in my destruction. It will be the doorway to a new life.  With overwhelming force God will rip me from my grave.  Just as Christ died, was buried, and resurrected so will I be. My brother, master, and savior has shown the way through his death. This death that was meant for evil has been humiliated by the Son and it now kneels before him to do his bidding in benefit of the children he has won for his Father.  I need to taste this death today and die to that which seeks me. I need to come alive and unite myself to him who restor

The hermeneutic of suspicion

hermeneutic - adj. concerning interpretation, especially of the Bible or literary texts  noun a method or theory of interpretation We can't go on, together With suspicious minds And we can't build our dreams On suspicious minds - Suspicious Minds, Elvis Presley If there is one thing that has characterized the conversations of our recent times it is this: we are entrenched in a diabolical hermeneutic of suspicion. Now a hermeneutic is a theory or method of interpretation. As people speak I interpret what they are saying and fashion an appropriate response. If someone requires the potatoes at our table they request that I pass them and I fashion a response in concert with my interpretation of their communication. I pass them the bowl of potatoes. That is much more appropriate than throwing them a potato or two from the bowl. Interpretation betrays my stances, even, my heart. The act of interpretation is active and impacted by context. I know that my heart is the closest and mos

The Bee Girl - Part 1

In 1992 a music group named Blind Lemon recorded a song called No Rain. As famous as that song became, the music video became even more so. In the video a pudgy little girl with glasses saw life very differently than her audience. The video begins with her, alone, on a stage where she was dressed in a cute little bee outfit. In that outfit she performed a tap dance routine that was much better than anything I could muster from these clumsy feet of mine. Well, when she was done, there was a single man laughing and what followed was nothing less than a chorus of laughter that rattled her. It impacted her so much that, saddened, she ran from the stage. The next time we see her she is peering around a door (presumably the door to the theater) and into the bright light of the sun. Reflecting on the happenings in the first part of the video I cannot help but think of her reaction to the laughing as a rejection of the counterfeit community for which she performed. Simply, she rejected its rej