It’s like a cyclical thing … from Venus (I guess you could say).
No, those aren’t Orthodox women in the photo. They claim to be Catholic. They also claim to be …
Oh, never mind. Just pretend they’re soccer moms in an advanced Pottery Class on a rainy day and all will be well.
Click Dixie’s link above for some interesting reading. Here’s an excerpt:
I can’t tell you how it happened or identify the discussion that led up to it but all of a sudden I found myself in the middle of a group of women pushing for female ordination. I honestly was having a hard time breathing. I would have gotten up and left the lecture if I hadn’t been trapped in a central area that would have called attention to my leaving and disrupted others in the process. This took me by such surprise I didn’t even default to the “Jesus Prayer”. I just sat there while anxiety filled my emptiness.
I walked back to my room alone, wondering “What in the world have I signed up for?” I don’t know why I was so naïve to think that Holy Chrism takes away the lures of this world. Just because one is Orthodox does not mean …
In the meantime, and competely unrelated …
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I’m gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!
Lyrics by Shel Silverstein, song by Johnny Cash (caveat lector).