Mary, now she’s infallible. Well, at least the plastic kind. Or the kind in millennia-old stories.
Perfection. Such a beautiful idea. If not a tad boring.
But when applied to the real people — ridiculous.
Mary was perfect because she was so close to her god. She did have his child, after all. Now that’s close.
The Pope, we are told, is infallible. And why wouldn’t he be. He’s close to his god, too. But not in that way. I don’t think. Surely bathing in all that spirituality gives one the moral strength to always do the right thing. Right?
Maybe not. Maybe that’s all just hokum. You think?
Speaking of the Pope, I love this from the Onion “News in Photos”:
Papal Infallibility Invoked To Allow Scrabble Word
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Tags: morality, religion, Sunday Un-Sermon
April 11th, 2010 at 1:41 pm
You, my dear, are what my grandfather called A Stinker. It means that you’re funny, naughty, and…well, this word would come to mind, wouldn’t it?…iconoclastic. And my grandfather loved that in people. Shame on you/tee hee.
April 12th, 2010 at 8:05 am
Grandpa Nance’s “Stinker Award” is one accolade I’d never imagine I’d win. And I sincerely thank you for it.