When Alvin Plantinga’s Car Won’t Start

I got in my car, and turned the key;
The engine pathetically sputtered.
The idiot light on the dashboard blinked,
And the idiot—me—simply muttered.

It’s Satan again, playing loose with my car,
With his telekinetic abilities
Or else it’s the work of a communist spy
Who’s engaging in open hostilities.

Or maybe it’s gremlins, or grumpkins, or trolls,
Which magically live in the wires
Or the spirits of dinosaurs, haunting the gas,
Or a practical joke by the tires

The Car Gods might hate me for riding a bike
It might be the chipmunks at play
It could be I parked with the car facing South
And it messed with my auto feng shui

I questioned a psychic, a healer, a priest,
And I’m worried, and starting to panic;
My view of reality just took a hit…
And I might have to call a mechanic.

Context here.

Headline Muse, 3/1

Though I’m sure, on the right, they are vexed,
It was certain some state would be next
But the Maryland vote
Keeps the issue afloat
And conservative pinheads perplexed!

Headline: Maryland governor signs same-sex marriage bill

Anyone who has ever planted their towel on the beach at low tide has learned two things: 1) change can come slowly 2) but inexorably.

The tide is moving. Religious conservatives are camped out below the high tide level. They will either change or drown. I’d rather see them change. My uncle was a minister… who left a wife and three children to run off with a priest. I don’t want people like him to drown; I want them to live. But… wouldn’t it have been kinder to have maybe let my aunt in on the whole process?

Seeing the tide… seeing the sea-change… faith communities have a brief window of opportunity. They can ride the tide and embrace the flood… or fight it and be overwhelmed.

Just sayin’.