Saturday, March 20, 2004
Whoa, that was weird.
Not that it hasn't happened before, but I just lost a post.
Mom is still sleeping. If I don't hear from her by 1000 I'll start subconsciously waking her with incessant, silent checks.
I was mentioning my mother's interest in The Passion. Her exposure, early and often, to a traveling German passion play troupe in Spearfish Canyon, SD. Her lifelong avocational interest in religious scholarship of all types regarding all religions, with an emphasis on her ancestral, well informed, thoughtful Christianity. So far, we've decided against seeing the movie. From the sneak previews all over television it wasn't the violence that drove her away. It was the Aramaic with English subtitles. She knows that passion plays are the worst twelve days of Jesus' life. You have to expect some blood. As well, we discussed that if you want to talk realism you have to remember that Jesus was not the only person crucified that day. At least two other criminals suffered the death penalty. We talked about how Jesus was a political criminal, not the first proclaimed messiah to be considered a rabble rouser and be executed, not the first to die as a result of mob rule and Roman indifference. As to the executioners, it was as though they came on at 0900, checked their rosters, did their job. Jesus' Crown of Thorns and nasty entitlement were not the first. Nor was his flogging. So the prospect of violence wasn't the problem.
I expect we'll watch it in DVD. I'll probably watch all of it out of curiosity. Mom will probably watch some, then her concentration will wander.
I've been thinking for awhile that we need to read again. We've been having ambivalent success with the book The DaVinci Code. Some nights go well. Then we skip a few nights because her concentration isn't up to following words strung together in sentences to make a story. Then, a few nights later, when she can stand it again we have to retrace. That can be troubling. I begin to yawn. She fidgets. And, well, it's not like it used to be.
Coughing has begun. Later.
Mom is still sleeping. If I don't hear from her by 1000 I'll start subconsciously waking her with incessant, silent checks.
I was mentioning my mother's interest in The Passion. Her exposure, early and often, to a traveling German passion play troupe in Spearfish Canyon, SD. Her lifelong avocational interest in religious scholarship of all types regarding all religions, with an emphasis on her ancestral, well informed, thoughtful Christianity. So far, we've decided against seeing the movie. From the sneak previews all over television it wasn't the violence that drove her away. It was the Aramaic with English subtitles. She knows that passion plays are the worst twelve days of Jesus' life. You have to expect some blood. As well, we discussed that if you want to talk realism you have to remember that Jesus was not the only person crucified that day. At least two other criminals suffered the death penalty. We talked about how Jesus was a political criminal, not the first proclaimed messiah to be considered a rabble rouser and be executed, not the first to die as a result of mob rule and Roman indifference. As to the executioners, it was as though they came on at 0900, checked their rosters, did their job. Jesus' Crown of Thorns and nasty entitlement were not the first. Nor was his flogging. So the prospect of violence wasn't the problem.
I expect we'll watch it in DVD. I'll probably watch all of it out of curiosity. Mom will probably watch some, then her concentration will wander.
I've been thinking for awhile that we need to read again. We've been having ambivalent success with the book The DaVinci Code. Some nights go well. Then we skip a few nights because her concentration isn't up to following words strung together in sentences to make a story. Then, a few nights later, when she can stand it again we have to retrace. That can be troubling. I begin to yawn. She fidgets. And, well, it's not like it used to be.
Coughing has begun. Later.
