So I have a great-aunt. She's the sort of matriarch of the family who would keep tabs on everyone and send them all little wreaths of shells and wildflowers if they were all within convenient reach of her. Given that this is an age of travel, though, she can't do that. But then . . . she discovered AOL.
So today, I received from her a bit of Christian net-kipple. This particular thing suggested that to be Christian is to be like a pumpkin. For one is brought in from the patch, has the dirt washed off and all the icky stuff removed, and a smiley face marked on one and a light set inside so all can see.
My irony meter has blown a gasket.
So today, I received from her a bit of Christian net-kipple. This particular thing suggested that to be Christian is to be like a pumpkin. For one is brought in from the patch, has the dirt washed off and all the icky stuff removed, and a smiley face marked on one and a light set inside so all can see.
My irony meter has blown a gasket.
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I don't know that I want to be a Christian pumpkin, but my mind is free associating with that something awful and I am quite amused.
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No, no, that's entirely appropriate.
They RIP the GUTS out of you, and leave you a HOLLOW SHELL of your former self-- yes, you still LOOK like a pumpkin, but inside you're EMPTY, a YAWNING VOID where once there was complexity and life and fecundity, the promise of new life embodied in the seeds they CAST ASIDE, or SOW WITH SALT and DEVOUR. Once given a "smiley face," A RIGID UNCHANGING RICTUS, your carcass is left on the porch to LURE IN THE UNWARY for unhealthy treats with with to ROT THEIR BODIES, and you are left there, forgotten until you start to get squishy, and then you are disposed of or composted, all promise of potential goodness, future growth, and even yummy pie DEVOURED by ROT.
So, um, it doesn't seem ironic at all to me. Or perhaps I'm a trifle cynical.
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Oh, okay, there is that, too. Yeah. 8)
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I'm just stuck on the funny.
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I'm rather struck by the calling ones self a pumpkin but actually being a jack'o'lantern instead aspect, though I've not quite dug any "deeper" message from that image yet.
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Speaking of weird analogies, I had a Sunday School lesson once where the teacher was talking about something Mother Theresa said, about wanting to be like a pencil in God's hand, because nobody thinks about the pencil when they read the letter, they think about the one who wrote it. Or something like that.
So, at the end of the lesson, the teacher handed out these pencils that said, "I am a pencil in God's hands." The only problem was, when you realized that you were the one holding the pencil, it kind of turned the analogy in a direction the teacher probably didn't intend.
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My personal opinion is that people focus too much on fluff instead of what they're supposed to be doing - for example, I had a Sunday School class where the teacher read us stories out of Chicken Soup for the Soul instead of using the lessons in the manual. I got absolutely nothing out of that class, except a severe hatred for Chicken Soup for the Soul.
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I think that analogies of that sort have more to do with the wreaths of shells and flowers than they do with actually explaining things, though. It's more of a "Oh, look at this pretty analogy! Isn't it so precious?" sort of thing -- an exercise in decorative prose.
Which makes having it be appropriately pre-seasonal even more appropriate, really.
<whimsical>Of course, it may simply be an illustration of the fractal nature of the universe -- everything in the world is, in some way, an analogy for God's relationship with the world. So one has self-similarity, and following it around the loop indefinitely leads to a fractal-nature. The story itself is a metaphor for how God deals with the world ("Everything, even ostensibly non-Christian symbols, can be tied in to the relationship somehow."), and the explanation of how it's a metaphor is itself a metaphor, and so on.</whimsical>
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Another loglet. . . .
I say "Isn't it cute?"
Tesla says "It really is."
Whitney beams.
Whitney debates quoting this exchange and posting it in a reply comment. ;)
Tesla says "Oh dear. ;)"
I say "What do you think?"
Tesla says "What the hell."
Whitney grins, and therefore does so.
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