Neither a borrower nor a Lenter be

[captainsblog]

We got back from church late this morning, where our current ministers are getting heavier into the whole solemn Lent-observance thing than we have in previous years. This morning's musical settings, on merely the second Sunday of the season, were the crucifixion-heavy numbers "Were You There" and "O Sacred Head, Now Wounded." Everything, even the doxology, is minor-key and as dirgelike as possible.

Not that any of that meant anything to the baptismal candidate of the day- a simply gorgeous little baby named Annaliese Rose, who cooed and mugged her way through both the sacrament and all the downer music. I was particularly taken with her during the full choir's piece, accompanied by a cello in the key of depressing, where she was back in her family's pew, spending the whole time playing with her big-boy cousin's plastic Batman dolls.

To my sick mind, of course, this opens up a whole new school of theology.  Forget Gethsemane and all the heavy spiritual decisions laid upon Our Lord's head during Holy Week. The Caped Crusader could've just swept in, pulled him off the cross, Bataranged the Roman guards, and dissed Pilate with a scream of Biblical proportions: I'M THE GODDAM BATMAN!

For those of us still stuck in the 60s era of canon, Robin could tag along and say, "Holy Eucharist!"

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I'm not the only one not ready to give up blasphemy for Lent. Lebro's Restaurant, one of the coolest venues in town with a long history of imaginative ads, put this one out for the season in last week's arts weekly:



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Not to be totally sacreligious here: Annaliese's family is a total bunch of awesome. Her mom, Sarah, lost a leg in a truly gruesome traffic-pedestrian accident over this past summer. She lost a lot of blood along with the flesh, and it was touch-and-go for a long time before she finally recovered enough to resume attendance maybe a month or so ago. She's come so far just in the time we've been watching her, going from hesitant to confident with only a cane (and a very loving husband) for support. If you didn't know, you might think she sprained an ankle or something. Seeing her up there today, passing on her faith to another generation when God gave her plenty of reason to flip Him the finger, is an inspiration to all of us who have far more blessings to count.

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Back to the hockey game. Nobody's dominating nobody, although Miller just gave up his first goal in a week.

Comments

[luckycee.livejournal.com]

They do baptisms during Lent?

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

We never had any restrictions on it that I ever learned about. I'd think the Catholics would be even less likely to suspend the sacrament, since they're all gung-ho about getting that soul into the fold within seconds of it popping out, so the poor wee bairn doesn't wind up in Limbo.

[baseballchica03.livejournal.com]

Lebro's is freaking amazing. I had never heard of them until I went to Polar Bites a couple of weeks ago, and they had these FANTASTIC chicken sausage ravioli in a rosemary cream sauce. I must have gone back three times. And the owner guy was super nice. He kept asking everyone what their favorite zoo exhibit was. I'm going to have to venture out there one of these days. Maybe when my grandparents get back from Florida, D & I can take them out to dinner there, since they live out that way.

[ellettra.livejournal.com]

This whole post made me absolutely cackle. Okay, not the part about the baby's mom and the almost-limb loss, of course, but everything else, especially "I'M THE GODDAMN BATMAN!"