Tonight, Peter and I are on our own. We are batching it. (Baching? Whatever. We are living as bachelors do!) This involves making ourselves pizza not eaten by the others in our family, pizza with pesto *and* blue cheese *and* kalamata olives. It is really, really salty, which is what we like, and we are alone.
Why is that, again? Because Grace is on her first overnight, for a birthday party of one of her classmates, and Mike is somewhere between here and Chicago. So my baby, who seriously just yesterday was an actual infant, being baptized (there was reminiscing this morning with a fellow UC Divinity School Person, of whom I can now count three in Nebraska) and now she's old enough to be totally cool with being left at the house of a classmate for an overnight. I am breathing, but slowly and meditatively and with great care.
At work, one of my students responded to the news that the Rapture is 19th Century fiction and not biblical at all (which, really, you might want to check on that before formulating your whole relationship to God based on it, maybe) by sending this - wildly inflammatory email to the whole student body. And to my department, which remember is me and two other people, if you count the campus pastor. Which we do. So it wasn't an great big state secret whom he might be venting at in said inflammatory email, which reflected a tenuous grasp of the English language among other things. Faculty response has mostly been sympathetic to me and kindly towards the student (the word "immature" has come up, and "ignorant" and the like), but one of our admins was really furious with him and offended and went on a little forwarding spree to us (me, and the two guys in my department) to make sure we knew he was getting an angry/irritated response from his fellow students, the recipents of said spam. It has become a Thing, and I am tired of it already.
Peter and I are making raspberry mocha muffins tomorrow. Come by!
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I was thinking about the Rapture controversy on Saturday, when listening to This American Life on NPR. A man was discussing how as a child, anytime he was left home alone, he got nervous that the Rapture had taken place, and that his parents wouldn't return, and that he'd been left behind. He'd call up people he thought were very pious, just to hear their voices. Surely, if the Rapture had happened, THEY would have been taken too. When they picked up the phone, he'd be reassured that in fact, the Rapture had not yet happened, and his parents would indeed return. I googled the episode, and found a related blog: http://bourboncowboy.blogspot.com/2008/02/fear-of-rapture-testimonials.html
I hope your controversy has died down & you're looking forward to a relaxing quiet holiday break!
Laura
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