Ever since a visiting teen at church told my wife she had a nice ass, I have not participated in events where multiple Antiochian parishes gather. This year however, I did cross the threshold at the regional Parish Life Conference. It was being held at a hotel not far from my home and was a great opportunity to attend nightly compline services.
Upon entering the conference area I was delighted to see displayed within the foyer book tables by Eighth Day Books and a monastery. So I was excited at the idea of returning with my checkbook.
The next day, I got home from work, put on a clean t-shirt and took my kids to see the books, the nun, and all the black cassocks. My arrival inadvertently but happily corresponded with the Order of St. Ignatius dinner. I was the only person wearing a band t-shirt. No, no... I was the only person wearing any t-shirt. The same goes for construction boots. I regret I was not able to help maintain the pristine ambiance an Order dinner demands but I was glad to contribute something of my own; a contrast with a particular beauty, however intangible, a contrast we need yet one that some rage against to protect feelings of "image" and exclusivity.
If you own a punk band shirt, chances are, your lifestyle will not result in the type of income required to be invited to an Order of St. Ignatius dinner for such an event is a celebration of not being one of the hoi polloi. Let them celebrate, and be thankful that we have people who can give to the Church and to worthy charities out of their wealth. But at the same time, if you would like to lend support by cheering them on from the wine bar in the foyer, I recommend creating the kind of juxtaposition such an event screams for. Let your freak flag fly, Antiochians.
Upon entering the conference area I was delighted to see displayed within the foyer book tables by Eighth Day Books and a monastery. So I was excited at the idea of returning with my checkbook.
The next day, I got home from work, put on a clean t-shirt and took my kids to see the books, the nun, and all the black cassocks. My arrival inadvertently but happily corresponded with the Order of St. Ignatius dinner. I was the only person wearing a band t-shirt. No, no... I was the only person wearing any t-shirt. The same goes for construction boots. I regret I was not able to help maintain the pristine ambiance an Order dinner demands but I was glad to contribute something of my own; a contrast with a particular beauty, however intangible, a contrast we need yet one that some rage against to protect feelings of "image" and exclusivity.If you own a punk band shirt, chances are, your lifestyle will not result in the type of income required to be invited to an Order of St. Ignatius dinner for such an event is a celebration of not being one of the hoi polloi. Let them celebrate, and be thankful that we have people who can give to the Church and to worthy charities out of their wealth. But at the same time, if you would like to lend support by cheering them on from the wine bar in the foyer, I recommend creating the kind of juxtaposition such an event screams for. Let your freak flag fly, Antiochians.



