My daughters had an exchange about tween boys two years ago. My younger daughter was complaining about her fifth-grade class. My older daughter asked: “Are the boys still making [flatulence] noises with their armpits?” Apparently they were. “Well,” she reassured her sister, “they will stop that soon, and then school isn’t so bad.”
When I was a child, a catchy advertisement aired between reruns of “Scooby Doo” and “Josie and the Pussy Cats.” It went like this: “Look for the union label/When you are buying a coat, dress, or blouse/Remember somewhere our union's sewing/Our wages going to feed the kids and run the house!” The one that aired in Texas was introduced by an avuncular, southern man wearing a bolo tie.
“I know I have to forgive him, because otherwise I won’t get into heaven.”
A friend said this to me recently about someone who had treated her horribly. Casting forgiveness as a duty is one take-away message from the New Testament. But how did that particular bumper sticker receive such tenaciously sticky backing in mainline, evangelical circles?
It is hard to talk about the resurrection of Jesus Christ without shame. The story is, at best, a strange story, and it has been used unabashedly to dominate non-Christians for centuries.
A media-savvy child of the new millennium, my older daughter is privy to all sorts of terms. This includes informally coined, succinct phrases to describe complicated concepts. These include phrases to label public conversations about tricky, politically charged issues.