A Meditation on Futility (and the Natural Law)
By Diogenes (articles ) | July 24, 2003 2:11 PM
A thought experiment. Imagine that two men in their mid-twenties walk into a motel lobby in Somewhere, Ontario, only to face obstruction from a middle-aged Scottish proprietress of granite respectability, who demands to see evidence that they're married before she rents them a room for the night. Flummoxed, they sheepishly walk for the exit door.
"You should be ashamed of yourselves, not married and all!" she says. "I run a respectable place here."
Doesn't play, does it?
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Posted by: Pseudodionysius -
Jul. 24, 2003 3:49 PM ET USA
Diogenes [my fellow cynic], If we change middle aged proprietress to middle aged religious ed coordinator or liturgical coordinator and they apply to join a parish in Somewhere, Ontario, particularly one where nominally "Catholic" politicians receive communion [I'm thinking of ones who draft this legislation] I wonder how this plays out? Would the parish hierarchy [who runs parishes these days anyway?] do something? Would the politician? Would they live happily ever after?
