I was very glad this evening to listen to Donna sing in church again. We attended a service at the Park Street Church in Boston. I like the church and we will probably return regularly but-Get ready for this: the program literally reads "and deliver us from the Evil One" Doesn't that give the concept of an anti-Christ, if one ever really existed, a little too much angelic power over our free will; like its modern and weird? but nevertheless its the Pater Noster. (Where in Latin does it make Evil equal to a thinking being with volitio?) In any event, the minister seemed sincere. To me, at my age, there were too many rhetorical questions for any lecture or sermon, but that's his technique of the homiletic.
Of course, I was there because Donna wanted to go, not to debate agnosticism; therefore I had a beautiful time and we are deeper in our relationship for having gone together. I understand her more than I would have. She did happen to study art history at an all girl Catholic college (Georgian Court College), so I have included a copy of the painting that the minister had on the screen of the altar (the narthax if I'm correct ). It was on an oaktag projector and was painted by Masaccio in 1426-27.
Its an amazing painting for that early in the fifteenth century: look at England and Sweden during the year 1426. Its title is Expulsion from the Garden of Eden.
The musicians did quite well this evening- the music is there to express a love for God, or a love of the human beings that were sent here by a God, by proxy. The text was from the book of Galatians and Genesis about the "removal of a curse by the Savior Lord, Jesus Christ", which infers the theme that after the expulsion from the garden of eden, God later showed compassion, if not forgiveness, to man. If the bible did read "deliver us from the Evil One" rather than "Lead us not into temptation" then eventually you would tend to ask, "did god kill his only son", which no one seems to ask; its more that he vicariously condones the sin of man and allows it to deliver a shot to the throne just to proove his omnipotent point.
But we who are in love, we who love each other, we who make love- went together. Sunday, not much to ask. (I appreciated a cup of coffee in that ancient edifice so much, it was built before 1820)