Alan Jacobs has some very good questions about just what these re-opening churches believe about SARS-CoV-2, and I think any church insisting it can do as it pleases should have to state publicly which justification they are using.
Mine Furor might deem churches to be “essential places that provide essential services”, but I’d think twice if your God or gods value your presence in a particular man-made structure over your sacred life. That said, he doesn’t actually care about the worship; he cares about being able to punish Democratic states.
Apparently the official White House position indeed is that people can only “pray to their gods” this Sunday if they are allowed into specific physical buildings.
Link Log Roundup for May 14, 2020
In this edition: autism and actual masking, dining with mannequins, genetic drift, ousting Burr, cats and coronavirus, a new giraffe, black churches, reopening Oregon, COVID-19 and the brain, Oregon restaurants, the post-pandemic commute, bicycles, disability claims, the sage grouse, lockdowns and history, “Obamagate”, walking a trail, test failures, the privilege of escape, Multnomah County, the last Blockbuster, public shaming, and an invasion of goats.
“It spread like wildfire,” said the lawyer for Oregon churches whose lawsuit demands they be allowed endanger public health in the name of religion, without apparent hint of understanding the irony. “It took on a life of its own.”
Link Log Roundup for May 2, 2020
In this edition: city streets, pricing by algorithm, barbershops, NASA’s ventilator, brutal numbers, old movies, NPCs, llamas, excess deaths, mariachis, coffee history, Muggletonians, air pollution, and the political conversation.
At least three separate pastors have died in recent days after testing positive for the new coronavirus, including two who raised concern that the virus was being used as a tool of the devil to manipulate the masses or silence Christians. One thought God would use His infection to spread the Gospel or give him “a little rest.”
Some of what’s been piling up in my RSS and newsletter apps while I’ve been struggling through a two-day depression that hopefully social distances from me today.
Inga Saffron explores the role of Philadelphia’s public spaces during the pandemic (and asks why we don’t pedestrianize our streets).
Chrissy Stroop examines the defiance of authoritarian Christians in the face of social distancing orders.
It’s less than half an hour until there’s someone in my apartment to fix the toilet. I don’t like people in my space. It will be a win if (1) they fix the toilet, and (2) they don’t evangelize Jesus at me in my living room before leaving. Yes, the latter has happened.
Finally submitted a maintenance request for my running toilet, which I’d delayed for my sanity because I didn’t need them trying to schedule something while I was dealing with medical scans; I insist upon being home for all maintenance visits. Hopefully with the change of landlord comes a change of maintenance guy, because I’m not in the mood to once again be proselytized at by someone I’m required to let into my home.
I can’t speak for anyone else, but when I use the word agnostic it’s not to be “friendly” or because the word atheist is “scary”. I use it because it’s what I am: a devout agnostic. To me, atheism carries too much of its own belief load, in that it suggests its own certainty. I am not certain, except that I am certain neither I nor anyone else can be certain. So, I am agnostic on the matter. Parenthetically, don’t even get me started on the so-called New Atheists, who mostly are just a bunch of smug, selfish, racist assholes—and all-too-often dirturbingly rabid Islamophobes to boot.
Inscriptions found at ancient Kourion in Cyprus in the 1930s give precise instructions on how cursing was to be done. A tablet hexing a person very much alive had to be put in the tomb of the fresh corpse of a person who died prematurely – having failed to complete the “normal” life cycle, such as a child or an unmarried person; or a person who died by violence, like murder victims or war casualties, Stroszeck says. As their souls were believed to be “unquiet,” they could carry messages between the underworld and the mortal sphere.
Recently a physical education teacher posted to Twitter a photo of the new “safe spot” she’d created for students to self-regulate. She’d made it out of a garbage can. You can imagine the blowback, although the teacher themselves was flummoxed by it. Today when I heard that the Trump administration is issuing new “guidance” on prayer in public schools, I imagined what people would do if a teacher posted a photo of the new “prayer spot” they’d created for students who need to pray, and it was made out of a garbage can. There’d have been an unholy shitstorm and righteous furor. But, sure, go ahead and stick your neurodivergent kids in the trash.