♫2, 4, 6, 8, time to excommunicate!♫

Well, not yet. Certainly not likely on the action of anyone from my own congregation. I came, they saw, they accepted. Not even the pastor (who usually "sabbaths" on Fridays to prepare the Sunday service) had seen the email we both received late that day containing the gloating from a local minister who opposed the change in doctrine.  But as soon as he saw what I was wearing, he knew what I was saying and why I was saying it.

"What I was wearing" turned out to be this:





I changed to the rainbow motif, rather than a straight pink triangle, after sorting out the comments to my last entry, a few of which suggested it as more appropriate for an ally of the cause. I also went with the rectangle because it fit nicely into one of the nametag holders left over from That Thing Wot I Did last weekend.  If opposition surfaces from outside our four walls, I can always peel a corner back into something at least scalene-triangly.

All in all, it was preaching to the choir today. I got many signs of support, and more signs of people not really understanding the issue or why I feel so strongly about it.  I did not say anything about it from the lectern, because, as it turned out, I didn't need to. Rich had assigned me this Epistle reading- not from that ol' homophobe Paul, but from the first letter of John.

Hear these words, General Conference:

^16bGod is love, and those who abide in love abide in God, and God abides in them. ¹⁷ Love has been perfected among us in this: that we may have boldness on the day of judgement, because as he is, so are we in this world. ¹⁸There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear; for fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not reached perfection in love. ¹⁹We love because he first loved us. ²⁰Those who say, ‘I love God’, and hate their brothers or sisters, are liars; for those who do not love a brother or sister whom they have seen, cannot love God whom they have not seen. ²¹The commandment we have from him is this: those who love God must love their brothers and sisters also.

As I say in court, "emphasis added." As I said at the end of this passage, "This is the Word of the Lord."

The Universe Hates Me, it would seem....

I was down to what is commonly referred to as "emergency underwear," so I laid in a load of wash a few hours ago.

When I went to switch it to the dryer, the contents were covered with a sticky whitish goo.

A cat must've gone prospecting sometime in recent days on the shelf above the basket in my closet- and either the top lid of, or the entirety of, a three-quarters-full box of my business cards fell into the laundry basket below it, and just got washed beyond recognition.

The evidence suggests only the former, as I could only find traces of one rectangular surface, no more than four side-sized ones, and only the text of the sample card taped to the outside of the box. But I cannot, for love or money, find the bottom of the box or the hundreds of cards that had occupied it, anywhere in that closet or elsewhere in my office.  So until proven otherwise, I must assume they are currently dead and that, left only with a dozen or so in a holder, I will need to order more.

I also assume the cats won't mind when I feed them large traces of school paste in the morning from the lint trap.

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In happier news, though: my rainbow protest post from earlier today? That was my 4,000th entry, which is a few weeks overdue, but, given the sentiment, I'd say was well worth the wait:)