Elizabeth says I'm "it" in a game of blog-tag. So here are five random things about me:
1. Last night Ben and I went to go see the Forty-Year-Old Virgin. For the most part, folks like Peppermint have turned me into a high-brow movie snob (not that Peppermint herself is a film snob- she balances trips to the Cedar Lee with generous helpings of campy rentals). The last movie we went to see in the theater was Me and You and Everyone We Know, which totally had indie credibility. Maybe too much; its excessive hipness made me especially vulnerable to Steve Carell's innocence shining from all those billboards. The movie is funny, although there were parts that were gross and over the top, and I am even amenable to some potty humor. My favorite scene was the one that got totally panned by Christianity Today (an interesting review written by a man who chose to be chaste until he was married at 34)... the look on the waxer's face as she yanked very real patches of hair from poor Carell's chest was riotous. I love seeing comedies in the theater, because everybody else's laughter just makes the jokes that much funnier.
2. Deacon's dog tag reads: MY NAME IS DEACON. I AM VERY LOVED.
3. I am reading a book called The Serenity Prayer: Faith and Politics in Times of Peace and War, which was written by Elisabeth Sifton. Sifton is Reinhold Niebuhr's daughter, so the book is a combination of personal and public history centered on the famous prayer Niebuhr composed in 1943. We have an abridged version of the prayer on our bedroom wall that my mama cross-stitched back in the day.
4. For dinner last night I made Baked Lentils with Cheese out of the More with Less Mennonite cookbook I picked up while visiting Bec in Pittsburgh. It was yummy.
5. One of my pastoral responsibilities is to go to Starbucks a few times a week. For real. This is ironic because I have long nurtured animosity toward the ubiquitous coffee chain because it succeeded in forcing Brady's Cafe, the center of my undergraduate universe, to close. But they donate their unsold baked goods to our hunger relief program, and I go to pick them up. I still don't like their cultural whitewashing, but the combination of their generosity to the homeless, excellent healthcare benefits, and progressive messages on their coffee cups is chipping away at my storage of vitriol.
So here goes... Bec, you're it!