From the 12/21&28 New Yorker, page 77, artist Paul Noth.
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Science Fiction. Progressive Christianity. And Other Improbable Optimisms.
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- Susan Palwick
- Former English professor, changing careers to go into social work. SF/fantasy writer. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Hospital volunteer offering spiritual care in the ER. Spinner, weaver, knitter. And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?
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Ah, yes! Well, you've heard that you shouldn't cook with a wine that not's good enough to drink. So, when it comes to the Lord's Table....
ReplyDeleteSeveral years ago we had an ordination in our Cathedral. A member of the congregation owned a large establishment of fine wines and liquors. He donated a 30-year old sherry for the Eucharist. Talk about Divine Service!