A quick thirteen question quiz from Speaking of Faith. My score? “You may still be an atheist or agnostic, though not of the materialist variety.” May still? I feel like I’m being told I’m a backslider!

I promised Joe Bageant a while back that I’d have a shot at his post “Redneck Liberation Theology.” He was kind enough last week to send me a copy of his new book Deer Hunting with Jesus: Dispatches from America’s Class War. I just finished it, and I’ll post more about it shortly. But for now the Great Redneck God.

If you haven’t read any of Joe’s stuff, you ought to. I won’t embellish it anymore than that. If a good Southern story teller is a kind-hearted bullshit artist (Joe, did I get that from you?), then Joe is a kind-hearted bullshit artist who doesn’t bullshit. So go read some Joe.

What Joe wants, I think, from his redneck liberation theology is no less than a new Jesus. I don’t think he knows this, but the signs are all there. Click to continue reading “Redneck liberation theology”

Next week will be my first time to GA. (Gah! I’m a GA virgin!) So what do people wear? I wanna be able to sit at the cool kids’ table at lunch.

Just wanted to point out that I’m blogging this from the very room in the very place where Jimmy Carter started his run for the Presidency. Or the gubernatoriality. I forget. Anyway, I’m blogging here and you’re not.

[UPDATE: All you ATL bloggers suck donkey balls! I should have checked the RSVPs, granted, but you’d think a group of 60+ people could produce more people than, well, me.]

I preached this morning for the first time in years, and I had a ball.

I just posted the sermon over at Open the Doors. Go have a gander and let me know what you think.

New: The mp3 file is up here.

As a barber’s son, I’m probably more willing to hand over the dough for a good cut than most guys. I finally, after seven years in Atlanta, found someone I like who’s in the neighborhood. (The most recent candidate fell out of the running when he went to jail for getting in a fist fight with his girlfriend—in the barber shop, I’m told.)

I’ve only been to see her twice, and the first time the cut was $35. That’s a little more than I like to pay, but it was recommended by a friend and I liked the cut.

Today they charged me $50 at the desk. Why? The beard cut was extra this time. I don’t know if they forgot last time or what, but that’s just more than I’m willing to pay.

Sigh. Looks like I’m going barber shopping again.