Friday, July 15, 2016
Religion and Dreams
It's been an education. As a lousy Catholic, I know little about Protestants except that they are all doomed to burn in Hell.
Mark Twain once said, "You never see any of us Presbyterians getting in a sweat about religion and trying to massacre the neighbors."
He obviously never visited the First Presbyterian Church of Bethlehem,.
I wrapped up the story last night, but it will publish in The Bethlehem Press. When it does, I'll link to it or run the stories here.
I now know the difference between a Session, Presbytery and Synod.
All of this research clouded my mind last night, and I had a strange dream. I dreamed I was covering a preliminary hearing, and Danny Spengler, the former County Solicitor, was representing the Defendant, an attractive woman.
Spengler walked into the magistrate's office, went into a side room, and came out dressed in all of the vestments of a Catholic priest. He walked into the courtroom carrying a large crucifix. Instead of a dais for the judge, there was an altar. Danny walked up, genuflected, and began singing in Gregorian chant, "My client is innocent."
Standing next to me were local DAs John Obrecht and Rich Pepper.
"I never saw anything like this before," I observed.
"Happens all the time," said Obrecht.
"That's right, BO!" echoed Pepper.
He likes to call me BO for some reason.
I think I've had enough religion for awhile.