Jun 18, 2004 10:05
So, a Dorchester Baptist Church is having an old-fashioned revival with a tent and preach-a-thon on the lawn of Boston Common, inviting all and inundating the downtown area with tracts. It goes without saying that the preacher does not have a Dorchester accent, rather the rich resounding Southerner's voice.
Firstly, I do not object to most of what I just mentioned. I'm a big fan of revival (even, dare I say it, out in public where there are non-Christians); I'm a worship junkie; I dig on preachers and the Southern bit goes without saying.
It was the particular line of thought relayed by said Southern Theorator that caught my ears. As I walked up to the tent, I heard him speaking about different translations of the Bible, but he didn't sound very positive. He followed to tell all of the world (via the Boston Common) that the ONLY valid Biblical Translation is the King James Version. If it ain't the King James Version, it's not the inspired word of God and translations such as the NIV (referred to as the "Non-Inspired Version") will "cheat you and your family" and bring down the church. I left thinking, "Gosh I'm glad that he was telling the world about God". But I guess he was figuring the tracts would do that.
Folks like that put into a marvelous perspective whatever I think is poor teaching on the part of the Episcopal Church. At least when the Episcopalians err, they usually aren't turning people AWAY from God.
While I'm on the subject of Southerners, there is a Southerner convention in town (perhaps, but doubtful, related to said revival) and it's a big one. McCormick's (and other restaurant's I have discovered) has been inundated with drawl. This I love for two reasons:
1) As a relative by origin, I have the rare opportunity to whore myself out to increase my tip. "Y'all"s come flyin' out of my mouth and dripping southern hospitality reigns, not to mention when I know folks came up from Texas. It's like a family reunion.
2) Some of these folks, I find genuinely entertaining in their dialect. I had a table of five Kentuckians that I want to hire to have a speaking part on my next record. The following quotes will not be done justice unless you can here them, but I will try to adjust the spelling for dialect...
"Ah'm too stuffed for dee-sert, but if Ah wasn't, Ah'd have that biggun' rightchare."
"Apricot [turning to lady of the table]? Well hell (pronounced "hay-il"), you'd like that.)
"I love orsters. How's that orster stew?"
The hits just kept on coming. Call me sometime and I'll run 'em down for ya.
This week's Margarita Monday (which we commemorate on Wednesday) brought the interesting revelation of how much we used to drink last year. 3 of us were content this week with the 70 dollars worth of food and drink that we rang up. Last year, a 350 - 450 dollar tab was not uncommon for 5 of us. My, how times have changed. I can't remember the last time I skated home whilst heavily influenced. It's a nice new era, I think. The only downer is that most of us have moved on, but one Cottonwood alumnus still lingers in the heavy consumption realm, which is unfortunate but we deal. It's just amazing how things can change so much in one year.
Anywho... Trying to get things packed up around here (mentally, emotionally, spiritually, etc.). I'ma go work on some music.
Hasta