I am going to change my blog. Not my life, mind you. That's too much of a project. In weeks to come, the look of it will change. No more drab, 70s powder-room decor with vague birds flapping off somewhere! This is the age of clean white possibilities. Oh, and search engines. (Soon. I promise.)
The new focus will be on the writing process and spiritual growth. So there's going to be humor, natch. For one thing, I've got a lot of religious ambivalence. Choices! Who's right? Aaagh! One thing I like about being a Quaker is that it can contain all that. You can be all, Which end is up? and still be an okay Quaker.
So, forthwith, my first post takes a "searing, compellingly readable look" at the smorgasbord of religious options available to us here in the US through a sociological sample of a representative population. (I stole the quote from the back of someone else's book.)
Observations on viewing photograph portraits of the various chaplains at a large university. READ AND CONSIDER:
The Zen chaplain looks like a cancer patient without any hair, but she actually looks really healthy. She seems happy.
The Evangelical Christian chaplain looks friendly and happy but unhealthy and blowsy, like he might drop dead from corroded arteries during a service.
The Historically Black Church chaplain looks like someone you'd want to invite to a tense family gathering, because he'd get everyone talking and help them to relax. Ergo, he looks happy.
The Islamic chaplain looks extremely intelligent and his eyes sort of bore into you. He might be happy. He probably has 3 PhDs. He has a tasteful little beard.
The Pagan chaplain looks like she would rather not have her picture taken. She looks like she would be happy if she weren't being frozen in film. She looks healthy in an earthy sort of way. But clean.
The Protestant Christian Ministry chaplain has a very funny name which I can't repeat here. It's good that he has a funny name because his picture is so boring. His surname rhymes with that of a famous porn star.
The Episcopal chaplain looks very smart and friendly in the way of person who never got a bad grade in her life but saw right through the popular kids. Possibly her legs are quite heavy, but if so she doesn't care. She's so beyond that.
The Jewish chaplain seems to be the oldest one in the group. He might be happy, but he's doing something self-conscious with his mouth. He is never seen without his jacket and tie. Of all of 'em, he probably spends the most time sitting at white-linen-covered tables at fundraising banquets.
Maybe the Lutheran chaplain has to wear the collar, but with that wide lapel blue jacket? Her photo looks like the kind of high school graduation picture you'd hide in a drawer. Ooohg, this is getting petty! Hey, it's a photo, not a biography.
The Baptist chaplain looks like someone's awkward teenage son. I said "awww," when I saw his picture, and I hope the students are nice to him. He looks like he's trying really hard to look happy, but like he doesn't understand half the foul language the college kids use. He tries to fake it with this anxious smile.
Judging from the hooded robe, the Roman Catholic is an actual monk--a Vote in his Favor. But his haircut is middle management. He looks happy and fun, as if he's about to say, "Please. Call me Tony." (Interesting that the guy has the first name of a famous cartoon character.)