ON RELIGION

Noah's Ark: Not Suitable for Children

Noah is news. Again.

No new fragments of wood from an ancient ark have been spotted on Mount Ararat. But if you’re traveling on U.S. I-75 between Cincinnati and Lexington you might spot a full-scale replica of the big boat itself. The Ark Encounter not only includes the 510-feet long, 85-feet wide and 51-feet high ark replica, but a theme park replete with zoo and museum.The $92 million project is scheduled to open on July 7. It’s the work of creationist Ken Ham. Ham says the attraction and park are meant to serve as a Creationism educational tool.

Birth of a Nation: Uncomfortable Truths Writ Large

Over the weekend I finally watched The Birth of a Nation. Set against the plantations of the southern United States before their Civil War, the movie follows Nat Turner, a literate slave and preacher, whose financially strained owner, Samuel Turner, accepts an offer to use Nat’s preaching to subdue unruly slaves. As he witnesses countless atrocities–against himself and his fellow slaves, including his wife–Nat sees himself in the guise of an Old Testament prophet and orchestrates an uprising in the hope of leading his people to freedom.

What You Get When You Give Something Up

Lent snuck up on me this year. No wonder. I wasn’t planning an Ash Wednesday imposition of ashes, a Thursday noon-hour Lenten series of short meditations or a six-part Sunday sermon series. I wasn’t thinking much of Christian practices at all having given up the ghost, so to speak, a few years ago. But I’ve always honoured the tradition of Lenten abnegation and given something up for Lent. Martinis. Cheese. Coffee during Canada’s holy season of Roll Up the Rim. That sort of thing.

ON LIFE

The Death of the Funeral

I’m in mourning. And it’s not the recent loss of ladies such as Jenny and Mary Ann.

I’m mourning the loss of the funeral. Scan local obituaries and you’ll see more and more notices ending with the news that, often in keeping with the wishes of the deceased, cremation has taken place and there will be no funeral.

Why the trend? Cost, for starters. Yes a traditional funeral can be pricey especially if there is a casket, a venue for the ceremony, a plot, incidentals and a lunch afterwards. It adds up.

Also, our tribes have scattered. Families and friends move far away and would have a hard time criss crossing the globe to attend a funeral.

Some don’t want a fuss made over them.

And religion is losing it’s impact. There was a time when cremation was frowned upon. Today, practicing Catholics are allowed to choose cremation; however, the church still wants a ceremony and for ashes to be buried, not scattered. And there was a time when it was just accepted that death would be followed by a church service of some description whether or not the deceased ever warmed a pew.

So formal rituals and burials are on the way out. But after more than three decades officiating at funerals, I wonder if in our attempt to be frugal and convenient, we are giving up a ritual which is as old as our species. Burying and mourning our dead.

Rituals at the time of a death are not fun and not everyone is able to attend but that shouldn't be an excuse to skip them. Cremation is cheaper than burying a body, but if we scatter the ashes to the elements, we have given up a physical location to return to in order to focus our grief.

Church funerals can be costly and somewhat hypocritical for those who are not religious. But with the help of an officiant, a secular ceremony can be just as rich and rewarding. There are deep wells of poetry, proverbs and wisdom which can aid and console us. An officiant, someone who stands outside the circle of family and friends, can guide and orchestrate our gatherings with readings and eulogies whether at the venue or graveside or both.

Funerals and other ceremonies at a time of death help us process our most profound thoughts and feelings. They make a difference in helping us channel our grief toward healing.

When everyday words and actions are inadequate, the ritual of ceremony provides a needed structure of what to say and do. Funerals also help us acknowledge the reality of the death, remember the life that was lived, support one another in our grief, express our grief outside of ourselves, and begin the long, hard process of coming to transcend our grief toward a wholeness.

Social gatherings and rites of passage ceremonies are vital to our social nature and if we let them die, a bit of our connection as laughing, mourning humans dies too.

Can We Talk About Swearing?

Can we talk about swear words? For starters, I’m no saint. I confess to cussing, though thankfully few have heard me.

It may have started with minor hockey. When I messed the play or missed the puck, I’d swear to myself. (Mom aways threatened to wash my mouth out with soap if I ever swore out loud.) Then I got my drivers license. The late George Carlin, who once revealed the seven dirty words you can never say on television, said “You never really learn to curse until you learn to drive.”

David Crosby: The Artist and the Art

Baby Boomer nostalgia freaks like I have been reveling in the 50th anniversary of Woodstock, the event itself but also the entire music of that epic era.

I’m always curious to know what kept Woodstock from descending into disaster, what with the lack of food and torrential rain. Even stronger is my insatiable thirst for behind the scene details.

Let this be a warning! To paraphrase an old adage, be careful what you want to know, because you might know it.

ON CHRISTMAS