A confirmation of the Theology of the Body at the local library
My local library has a little room full of books for sale, various cheap paperbacks and no-longer-important political tracts. Sometimes one finds bargains--I just picked up _The Origins of Tolkien's Middle-earth for Dummies_, for example--but generally it is not too worthwhile. But, today, the book room itself was worthy of notice, because the cheap paperbacks were no longer arranged into romances, mysteries, and sci-fi, they were arranged into "Male Authors" and "Female Authors."
Why would one want to know the sex of the author (or authoress) of a book, unless there really was some sort of deep difference between man and woman?
I just had a vision of my life as a parent, given the recent California Supreme Court decision about marriage and who is eligible for entering into the matrimonial state:
For the rest of my life as a father, I am going to have to fight my nation's culture tooth and nail, for the good of my children, and I am likely going to lose. Everything that I say about things that really matter, about God, family, love, friendship, even about education and thinking well, will be contradicted daily by the bright, shiny, prosperous, but rotting Western world. My little girls will learn, slowly but surely, that Daddy is a crackpot, a crank, a dinosaur, and a religious fanatic.
having shifted my sights down to the level of the family and away from the international or national. I will vote for someone, somehow, but without any thought of good things resulting from it. But enough of that. I wanted you to notice something: almost every picture of Barack Obama is done in the style of a religious icon. A short web search reveals this one:
Notice the pleroma behind him, the glowing oval of light that reminds us of another image:
For more examples of this sort of thing, the most blatant deification of a candidate I can remember, check out ObamaMessiah.