“For there the Government provides everything; and it is absurd to ask a Government to provide an opposition.”
I’m back — at least for a little while. I really should not go around announcing what I plan to do, because that seems to make it less likely to happen — like this supposed series on history. Someday that will happen.
Where have I been, anyway? At school, mostly. Writing papers about why Saul failed at being king, or how Homer provides a nuanced view of the morality of lying in the Odyssey. I’m also working for the orchestra, which is inefficient as ever (these artists. . .), and the Writing Center as usual. And still talking to Catholics. Seemingly I’ve added another, quite a nice fellow, but I don’t understand why a secular school is suddenly overrun with them. When we eat supper together on Tuesday nights it’s going to be a regular crowd, which I like. The school can have official policies about not talking about religion or risking offending people or praying in public as much as they like, but one Communist Lutheran, two or three Baptists, and two or three or even perhaps four Catholics are going to use their cafeteria to do all of those things.
My sister’s playing in a wedding this afternoon with the three boys, and last night was the rehearsal. It went late (sundry people involved seem to be more or less incompetent), and the musicians apparently weren’t invited to the dinner, so Joel said we’d go to (what appears to be the only place in town) — a bar. Two Catholic boys and two Baptist girls looked a little alarmed. He explained there was a restaurant in it. We were still sceptical. (It did turn out all right, though.) And we talked about who can be saved, cases of aborted infants, or people who’d never heard the Gospel, and about Olivia’s career at a music school, and everything short of why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings.
It’s raining here, and we’re glad it’s not an outdoor wedding, and my sister just ran up the stairs yelling something that sounded like “Let’s get hitched!” and she’s in despair because she can’t find the right shirt. This is the sixth wedding she’s played in. Oh, and not content with doing a unity candle, the couple’s going to have candles for everybody in the audience to hold, and light. The church, whose sanctuary isn’t as ugly as some (it does have a nice high ceiling) had rainbow banners hanging in it — evidently neither for gay pride nor for the Noahic covenant, but because this church likes having all the liturgical seasons present at once. But they took them down when they decorated for the wedding, and the sanctuary looks much better.
The quote, as usual, is from Chesterton.