n these days of doctrinal and creedal chaos, we are glad that someone has finally done something about a really crying need in the
Christian community. A recent advertisment informs us that there are now DENOMINATIONAL MEDALS ON SALE! They are
antique-finished pewter oval medals, and for just one tantalizing example, the one for Episcopalians features the Episcopal shield, along with the
words "I am an Episcopalian."
The one down-side is that they only have them for Episcopalians, Lutherans, Methodists, Presbyterians, and Christians. They
don't have any that say "I am of Apollos," for example. Still, call them today at 1-800- 521-291 . . . oh, never mind.
Christianity Today reported on the formation of a new flavor in the Baskin-Robbins of Christianity. It is called the Charismatic
Episcopal Church of North America. In the words of CT, it is a blend of "clerical vestments and fixed creeds with speaking in tongues and words
of prophecy."
Another possible name for the group is Rocky Road.
Here is yet another indication of the failure of our government schools. As evidenced by their recent march on Washington, a
growing number of Americans are coming out of the closet, and are being publicly identified as sexual dyslexics -- known to others as gays
and lesbians, and to a valiant few as sodomites.
And this is real
dyslexia. When you see this backwards, you see everything backwards.
World magazine reports that Bill Hybels of Willow Creek Community Church had this to say about evangelicals and the
Clinton presidency: "One poignant moment I'll never forget is when Bill Clinton at that private lunch table said, `You guys have no idea how
hurt I was when someone put on my windshield that poster that went all over America: A vote for Clinton is a sin against God . . . . That
was just mean."
We wonder if Herod thought John the Baptist was mean, or if Queen Mary was deeply troubled by the total insensitivity of Knox.
On the politically-correct front, we thought we should pass on a few new choice phrases for you to include in your daily
conversation. People who are fat should now be referred to as "differently-weighted," "people of mass," or "gravitationally-challenged."
And our magazine is tolerance-impaired.
Westminster School, a large school in Atlanta, Georgia was, until recently, a large Christian school. But the school has now made the decision to start hiring non-Christian teachers. They did so under accusations of
discrimination and pressure from tolerant and broad-minded universities like Georgetown, Washington, and Tufts, who refused to recruit from Westminster. The president of the school, William Clarkson, made a valiant attempt at
self-justification. It was "the right thing to do in order to be a truly Christian school." He said that having non-Christian teachers "broadens" the ideas offered to children and other teachers.
Of course we don't want to get so "broad" that we can't fit through the pearly gates anymore.
In a dissent from a recent Idaho Supreme Court decision, one justice took umbrage with the idea that there might be a law higher than the Constitution of the State of Idaho. Such a higher law, he says, "by its very nature,
would be known only to judges, and then only after the fact."
Somebody mail that man a Gideon Bible.
In an attempt to "clean up the ol' act" before the world arrived in Atlanta for the Olympics, the governor of Georgia, Zell Miller, has sought to remove the image of the Confederate battle flag from the Georgia state flag.
In making this attempt he more than demonstrated what he has in common with the febrile minds down at the Ku Klux Klan --
they don't understand what that flag stands for either.
Actually, this sort of thing is always a "no lose" situation. If decent Southerners successfully resist all such attempts to rob them of their heritage, well and good. And if they don't, then they don't deserve to keep the
flag anyway.
We have no intention of applauding the various and sundry fruitcakes around the country who have been managing to get themselves shot at by the Feds. We refer of course to the Branch Davidians, or Randy Weaver
out here in Idaho. Still, at the same time, the federal approach to these folks seems to us to be a little like killing ants with a basebat bat. The final days of federal tyranny in America are looking more and more like that final
chase scene in the Blues Brothers.
"Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!"
Of course we must hasten to assure our readers that our knowledge of the content of the
Blues Brothers comes from having seen the edited for TV version. Don't you just hate it when you tell someone how much
you liked some movie or other, and so they go out and get the unabridged version for their six-year old's birthday party? And then they go and tell the elders? Anyway, at the same time, and with all due solemnity and respect,
we do not want this caveat to detract in any way from the humor and/or appropriateness of the comment made above, or, for that matter, your initial appreciation of it.
