Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Textual criticisms on the ending of Mark.

Title of a paper I wrote Freshman year of college.  Swear to God.  I had a theory that professors would give you a better grade if the title sounded like you knew what you were talking about (even when you very clearly did not).  I took this Religion class because I thought it would be easy, but it turned out to be pretty interesting.  It was taught by a Rabbi.  I don't miss religion in my life per se - but I do miss church.  I kind of liked the community, the commonality, the conformity (there, I said it!).  When I was little, I loved to get dressed up (the pink-and-purple dress, when I spun around it would fly out and show my cotton underwear with tiny colorful flowers), and head to church.  There was always a children's service where I could run down the aisle, exit out the side door, and then go to a small room and learn fun songs and make art projects with cotton balls as Jesus' beard. 

Jesus on construction paper with popsicle sticks and glitter.  Oh yeah.  Somehow, I think he'd be impressed.
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