My boots are ready for the storm
Blind faith. Great rock band, terrible social concept.
The local school system is slowly giving up on the idea of making religion a cornerstone of curriculum, and the foundations are rocking. This province never does anything quickly, so we’ve been a decade in the process, with gradual deconfessionalization (what a word) and the introduction of a course that paints a stick figure portrayal of what IS religion. This week, the provincial council of bishops spoke out (yet again) with the demand that the course be revised and revamped.
Among the bones that were picked from this skeletal course: that students were asked to invent a religion. What can I say? Kettle calling the pot, etc. First of all, any religion with a single adherent isn’t much of a threat to anyone. To fear the great plan for salvation, spawned from the imagination of an eight year old boy shows that convictions aren’t enough to save anyone.
I’ve been a student in several provinces, and the school based on religious concepts doesn’t fill a need in our society. If the bishops feel that students aren’t getting enough formation, then throw the ball back to the parents (where it belongs) and leave the educational system to do the job mandated by society.
I bought winter boots this evening. Snow will fall, soon, and my last pair has served long enough in the trenches. I went out with a clear concept of what was needed, and then spent hours trying to find someone to sell me just that; nothing else. For a retail society that has Hallowe’en and Christmas materials on the shelves already, the changeover to winter mode is slow. One store wanted my name and phone number, so they could give me a call… thanks, but I can find my way to the next shop over. After visiting five stores, I found a salesman that understood my angst. Without hesitation, he used that shoe guy radar and found exactly the right box for me to take home.
