I caught part of this documentary on one of the upper cable channels last night while dozing off. It woke me up and caught my interest.
I just love the play on words for the title.
Since I was a young Catholic, I had questions about women in the church, about Mary and the other Mary. Damn, I was confused. I was intrigued about the woman, the prostitute who washed the Lord's feet with perfumed oil then wiped it with her own hair. He only had kind words to say about her. How cool was that?
Hope for women's role in the Church? Perhaps enough positive change to encourage reluctant Catholics to return?
At lunch this week when I mentioned these small steps of progress,a friend suggested that if I wanted
to read the new testament again, to check out the Gospel according to
John.
Who exactly WAS the beloved disciple...? Hmmmm.
Isn't
it funny that when one "testified" in the old days, only a man's word
was respected and that he would grab his testicles when giving an oath? I really should look this up, in a credible source. I wish we could remove some of these gender-specific, dated words from our modern vocabulary.
You can read more tongue in cheek comments on my other blog. If you are interested in a child's view of the Church, take a few moments to read excerpts from The Year of The Rabbit, a Novel About Fate, Family and Forgiveness. Hop on over to the web site. Sorry, no Easter eggs yet.
