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Pope Francis Says All Who Do Good Are Redeemed - Atheists Included
Pope Francis rocked some religious and atheist minds today when he declared that everyone was redeemed through Jesus, including atheists.Dear Catholic/ex-Catholic/knowledgeable friends: Is this as big a deal as it seems to my very outsider eye?
“The Lord created us in His image and likeness, and we are the image of the Lord, and He does good and all of us have this commandment at heart: do good and do not do evil. All of us. ‘But, Father, this is not Catholic! He cannot do good.’ Yes, he can… “The Lord has redeemed all of us, all of us, with the Blood of Christ: all of us, not just Catholics. Everyone! ‘Father, the atheists?’ Even the atheists. Everyone!”.. We must meet one another doing good. ‘But I don’t believe, Father, I am an atheist!’ But do good: we will meet one another there.”
Who knows if this is as live-and-let-live as it seems to me at first, who knows what else this Pope will do; but this seems like a nice start, and hopefully William Donahue is absolutely fucking livid about it.
The basic idea’s been around in theological circles forever. Important to note that this isn’t an official doctrinal statement: this isn’t something that Catholics are required to believe, nor an exercise of papal infallibility ex cathedra, just a theological opinion. The previous pope made similar statements, and pissed people off because he focused on the “salvation of the non-faithful only takes place through the operations of grace imparted by the Church” part.
Source: electrichoney
Sometimes when I’m scrolling the dashboard on my phone I’ll accidentally double-tap (or the app interprets my scrolling as double-tapping) and leave a heart on a post I maybe wouldn’t otherwise have. I’ll almost always just leave it, since I’ve given up believing I’ll ever go back through my likes and do anything with them, and why not leave as much encouragement for strangers as possible? (If you’re not a stranger, i.e. we follow each other, I’ve liked your post intentionally. Always.)
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And because the two albums are inextricably linked in my mind, right after talking about Susan Cadogan’s 1976 self-titled album I have to listen to Gal Costa’s 1969 self-titled debut, the one that starts with “Não Identificado.” These two albums, more than any other, got me interested in exploring the wide world of non-US, non-UK pop music.
Susan Cadogan & the Crabs Corporation, “Day After Day” (2013)
My favorite reggae/soul singer (her self-titled 1976 LP, produced by Lee Perry and also on Spotify, is a master quilt of sweet-and-sour sounds) has a new single. RIYL: postmillennial records by Nancy Sinatra, Candi Staton, Loretta Lynn, and Ronnie Spector.
Source: Spotify
Not sure if it helps but I use this code for that issue, which makes all inserted images stretch to exactly the post border: article.featured section img { width: 100%; }
I’m not sure how you did it before, but can’t you just do it by going into HTML and specifying dimensions in the img tag?
One of these worked!
Hmm. Tumblr has modified its interface so that I can’t easily resize pictures I insert in the body of the post (and it did this a while ago, I’m no Yahoo conspiracist, but I just now caught up to my saved drafts), which is making me anxious because it means that one of my blogs isn’t going to keep a consistent format. Or I’m going to have to get under the hood and tinker around with the CSS and while I’ve been meaning to learn those skills for a while I have a lot of other stuff I need to be doing too.
ENRIQUE IGLESIAS, “NUNCA TE OLVIDARÉ”
„,while this isn’t the most interesting song he’s sung, it’s notable for being his most mature performance to date. The fact that it’s the first of his #1s that you could imagine his father singing no doubt has a lot to do with that.
Cameron Esposito: Tell your rape jokes. Expect to be challenged on them.
Seems like every 6 months or so - maybe once a year - there is a debate about rape jokes. Here’s how it goes:
A dude tells jokes about rape or deals with hecklers in way that includes rape. A woman hears these jokes or is the heckler. She publicly states that she is upset or didn’t like the joke…
Never mind my post yesterday, here she is herself.
So I guess I should probably start doing that backup now.
This serial-in-illustrations by James Montgomery Flagg from 1912 is amazing, at least if you’re interested in linework. Don’t know that I’d recommend the “plot,” such as it is.
Cameron Esposito, Put Your Hands Together (excerpt), May 13, 2013
Put Your Hands Together is a weekly stand-up comedy showcase at the Upright Citizens’ Brigade theater in Los Angeles, in the old Comedy Death Ray/Comedy Bang Bang slot, which are some big shoes to fill (I gather; I never saw one of the live shows). Chicago transplant Cameron Esposito is the host, and has become one of my favorite comedians lately for her energy, honesty, and willingness to put herself out there, succeed or fail. It’s also a podcast, and on the occasions when comics would prefer to not have their sets recorded (maybe they’re still working out the material, or preparing for a taping), she chats with them backstage. She and her producers work at booking a broad spectrum of comics, with decidedly more female, gay, and POC voices than the average stand-up show — she herself is gay, and her girlfriend is the stage manager and occasionally does time.
Here, in between comics, Esposito riffs on the most recent fracas about rape jokes (cf. sadydoyle), and takes what I have to think is the only tenable position, which only makes me love her more. It’s also, of course, very funny.
Subscribe to the podcast, follow her on Twitter, listen to her other podcast. I’ve checked the “I have permission to let Tumblr use this under the Terms of Service” box, but of course I don’t. I just thought it was important.
‘Lonely Girl’ by The Paris Sisters is my new jam.
Now that I think about it, I loathed A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court when I first read it for much the same reasons. Which just seems ridiculous now — Twain was obviously operating in the realm of satire, using well-known material in order to make his points about social, technological, and even literary mores. But I was still so charmed by the source material that I couldn’t accept it as a given and enjoy the improvisations he was making — like some cloth-headed classical-music lover in the age of jazz, I just wanted to hear the main theme again, over and over. I couldn’t accept it as a given; it was still too new for me, too fresh. All mythology and folklore, really, operates the same way for me; it still kind of bugs me that Tex Avery’s Red Hot Riding Hood slips away from the structure of the original fable. (Which is, let me reiterate, COMPLETELY irrational. It’s one of the greatest single cartoons of the studio era.) I’m a poor modernist; or rather, I’m just now getting to the point where I can experience modernism as the revolution it was. Just wait until I hit retirement and get on the postmodern tip.
