Thursday, June 24, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
My uncle, a man unsentimental to the point of cynicism, pulled a worn copy of this Updike poem out of his wallet last Christmas for me to read. It is a timely challenge of the current trend of religious relativism and the “I’m spiritual, not religious” mentality. Either Christ rose, and Christianity is true, or he did not.
SEVEN STANZAS AT EASTER
Make no mistake: if He rose at all
it was as His body;
if the cells’ dissolution did not reverse, the molecules
reknit, the amino acids rekindle,
the Church will fall.
It was not as the flowers,
each soft Spring recurrent;
it was not as His Spirit in the mouths and fuddled
eyes of the eleven apostles;
it was as His flesh: ours.
The same hinged thumbs and toes,
the same valved heart
that–pierced–died, withered, paused, and then
regathered out of enduring Might
new strength to enclose.
Let us not mock God with metaphor,
analogy, sidestepping transcendence;
making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the
faded credulity of earlier ages:
let us walk through the door.
The stone is rolled back, not papier-mâché,
not a stone in a story,
but the vast rock of materiality that in the slow
grinding of time will eclipse for each of us
the wide light of day.
And if we will have an angel at the tomb,
make it a real angel,
weighty with Max Planck’s quanta, vivid with hair,
opaque in the dawn light, robed in real linen
spun on a definite loom.
Let us not seek to make it less monstrous,
for our own convenience, our own sense of beauty,
lest, awakened in one unthinkable hour, we are
embarrassed by the miracle,
and crushed by remonstrance.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
"That was when the emptiness came over me. I realized that I am, in a sense, a freak. I really, truly would never have a dad. I finally understood what it meant to be donor-conceived, and I hated it." -Katrina Clark, in a contribution to the Washington Post
And half of the 485 young adults conceived by a single mother and a sperm donor "report[ed] that they 'feel sad' when they see 'friends with their biological fathers and mothers.'"