As I understand the theology, each year Believers do not only remember and commemorate but participate in Jesus of Nazareth's journey; thus on Holy Saturday God is really and truly Dead...
A lot of years ago, my best friend invited me to join the boys' choir at All Souls Episcopal Church. I was eleven at the time and studying Hebrew for the Bar Mitzvah to come. I asked my mother if this would be OK. She replied yes, but at some point, they will pass around some crackers and you don't want to take one. I had three wonderful years as a boy soprano singing in Easter and Christmas services, blissfully ignorant about what all the pageantry meant.
Over the years I have sung in church and synagogue choirs as a confirmed atheist, celebrating the wonderful choral music. Maybe Bach is the only marginal proof of a God inspiring a man.
A good rebuttal, that, to my father's dictum, which I remember several decades after he made his career change from financial analysis to an unrelated professorship. In light of his experiences on committees, financial and academic, he declared, "I'll never be on another committee, even if the other members were God, Einstein, and Franklin Delano Roosevelt."
Thanks for this wonderful Holy Saturday sermon. It’s especially valuable this year when it’s hard to hope that democracy in America is not yet dead and will be resurrected when Sunday finally arrives and the hope of Easter will be restored.
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Thanks for sharing this very unique perspective of Easter and its meaning. In the economic history you presented in Slouching Towards Utopia, I found reason to hope even though we are backsliding furiously in the past half century. We live in a dark time, but I find a light in what you describe in your book.
Thanks for sharing this very unique perspective of Easter and its meaning. In the economic history you presented in Slouching Towards Utopia, even though we are backsliding furiously in the past half century.
A lot of years ago, my best friend invited me to join the boys' choir at All Souls Episcopal Church. I was eleven at the time and studying Hebrew for the Bar Mitzvah to come. I asked my mother if this would be OK. She replied yes, but at some point, they will pass around some crackers and you don't want to take one. I had three wonderful years as a boy soprano singing in Easter and Christmas services, blissfully ignorant about what all the pageantry meant.
Over the years I have sung in church and synagogue choirs as a confirmed atheist, celebrating the wonderful choral music. Maybe Bach is the only marginal proof of a God inspiring a man.
If you want conclusive proof of Divine inspiration, remember that the King James Bible was drafted by a committee. ;)
A good rebuttal, that, to my father's dictum, which I remember several decades after he made his career change from financial analysis to an unrelated professorship. In light of his experiences on committees, financial and academic, he declared, "I'll never be on another committee, even if the other members were God, Einstein, and Franklin Delano Roosevelt."
Don’t forget Mozart, he’d be the other one
Without doubt! The Mozart Requiem is a great piece to sing.
Thanks for this wonderful Holy Saturday sermon. It’s especially valuable this year when it’s hard to hope that democracy in America is not yet dead and will be resurrected when Sunday finally arrives and the hope of Easter will be restored.
Reminds me of a sermon I heard back in the late 70s by the late, great Tony Campollo, “It’s Friday! But Sunday’s a comin “ Thanks for sharing, Brad.
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Thanks for sharing this very unique perspective of Easter and its meaning. In the economic history you presented in Slouching Towards Utopia, I found reason to hope even though we are backsliding furiously in the past half century. We live in a dark time, but I find a light in what you describe in your book.
Thanks for sharing this very unique perspective of Easter and its meaning. In the economic history you presented in Slouching Towards Utopia, even though we are backsliding furiously in the past half century.