How fitting that, on the feast day of St. C. S. Lewis*, I post to this here blog. Now for you liturgy wonks out there, you know that acknowledging a saint’s day for someone as modern as Mr. Lewis here means only one thing: I’m a blinkin’ Anglican (or rather, Episcopalian). Or almost, anyway… I’ve attended several services and am quite excited about attending a more traditional one when I come home for the holidays.
As I previously considered myself somewhere in the galaxy of the Churches of Christ, or at the very least in the Restoration Movement that seeks (insofar as it is possible) to reconstruct the original first-century Church. Unfortunately, this has been tragically reduced to mean no imagery, ornamentation, or elaboration of any kind on the Christianity which we see a glimpse of in the New Testament. Even the witness of mere decades after the Church was founded apparently details apostasy only, with no light. Thus, we have no stained glass, no musical instruments, no choirs, no chancels, no liturgy, no prayer books, no healings, no speaking in tongues, no candles, no crosses, no pastoral guidance from anyone beyond your congregation, and no ladies in positions of authority. Granted, some of this may even be violating Biblical implications if we ever overstep our bounds!
Needless to say, the Episcopal Church is a huge jump to make from this, but as I grew up, I realized I was ready to make it. Perhaps it’s just a late-in-youth rebellion and a desire to extricate myself from my rocky last semester at my conservative college, but in the Episcopal Church I see a lot of what I hoped the Church of Christ would grow to become: a church that takes advantage of its founders’ desire for Christian unity and the “ancient ways” to open up new vistas of beautiful worship services, time-hallowed words, and ample room for disagreement. Ironically, I find that most of the things that concern me the most about the Episcopalians (nobody’s perfect, and I haven’t been confirmed yet either) are those that are least covered by their detractors, like infant baptism and the authority of the episcopate. And what their detractors love to harp on, I barely notice.
Consider:
Objection 1: THEY HAVE GAYS!!!
Note: There are gay people in your church, too. In fact, I guarantee it. I guess my ambivalence on this is based on my indecision on the precise moral status of homosexuality–nature or nurture? Does it really impede Christian service, regardless of whether they’re proud of it or not (a lot of Bible majors at my school actually admit to struggling with addictions like pornography and alcohol) ?
Objection 2: Women can’t be priests. And I should know, I’m a Baptist.
Maybe that was a cheap shot… but seriously, Mr. Non-Denominational shouldn’t stick his nose into the Roman Catholics’ business. We already know they disagree. I note that in the Bible, deacons, presbyters (“priests”) and bishops are described in male terms (I Tim. 3), although deaconesses obviously exist and are greatly lauded by St. Paul (Rom. 16:1-2). So could this distinction possibly be extended to include “presbyteresses” and “bishopesses” as well?!
Objection 3: They’re all a bunch of liberals.
Have you ever disagreed with anyone in your church hierarchy? If you’re from a non-hierarchical church, have you ever disagreed with anyone in your church? Also, remember this is usually coming from groups for whom everything is too liberal–even sundry opinions.
Objection 4: Their numbers are dwindling. Therefore, they must be wrong.
If I went by that assessment, I would have left the Churches of Christ before I had any disagreements with them whatsoever.
Objection 5: There’s too much variety in thought and doctrine! Somebody tell me what to believe!
*phew* Thank God.
*Ah heck… as per these folks, why not just call him St. “Jack” as he was colloquially known…
I think he is a she.
—Someone in Ranma, I’m Sure of It
Anime >> Ranma 1/2 (Eps. 1-5)
You know, after a semester of writing scholarly screeds and attempting to write my beloved fiction once more, I almost forgot the simple joys of the rant, or what I like to call “recreational nonfiction.” So, here goes:
After reading reviews and a few pseudo-reviews about how awesome Rumiko Takahashi’s Ranma 1/2 series is, I decided to bite the bullet and check it out online. I already knew that it was about a hermaphroditic martial artist engaged to… no, that’s not right. It’s about this guy named Ranma Saotome and his father, see, and they find these mythical Cursed Springs. Mr. Stereotypical Chinese Man tries to warn them of its fell waters, but they continue to train near said Cursed Springs. So Dad falls in and is cursed with transforming into a panda whenever he’s hit with cold water, and his son Ranma is cursed with turning into a “busty” (lovely reviewing term, ain’t it?) red-haired girl who still looks oddly like Ranma. They end up staying with the Tendo family, which includes the quick-to-anger martial arts girl Akane. Unlike every other screwball romantic comedy in anime or manga, these two actually have a professional background for their beating the crap out of each other constantly.
The main problem with this series, although the premise is admittedly pulled off quite well, is that the episodic and repetitive nature of the manga shows up apparently in the anime as well. There are 36 manga volumes and 161 anime episodes of this series, so you could spend a good portion of your life simply consuming Ranma 1/2 and related properties. Thus, after I sat through about five episodes, I knew I had basically seen what it had to offer… I guess (LAWL!). Essentially, new threats or suitors for either Akane or Ranma occur and reoccur on a frequent basis, along with anime-style “awkward situations.” Now, I give credit where credit is due here to Takahashi et al. for basically inventing a truckload of anime cliches… these weren’t cliches at the time–they were REVOLUTIONARY (sort of) !
Final Grade: B.
