Comments on: 33. Therapy

By: Susan Tiner

Susan Tiner — Mon, 02 May 2011 01:55:50 +0000

Cool!

By: Simon

Simon — Mon, 02 May 2011 00:42:13 +0000

The game was played last Sunday, in the Devil’s own backyard
With Jesus playing quarterback, and Moses playing guard.
The angels in the grandstand, gave out a mighty yell
As Jesus scored a touchdown, against the boys from hell.

Go with Christ! Go with Christ!
Rock ‘em, Sock ‘em, Jesus block ‘em!
Go, Christ, Go!!!

We learned it at church camp in the ’60s
;-D

By: Susan Tiner

Susan Tiner — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 05:48:26 +0000

Angie, I don’t have Romanian connections, personally, but want to learn more about Romania and its history.

By: Angie Muresan

Angie Muresan — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 04:21:01 +0000

I may have missed something obvious, but do you have any connections with Romania, Susan?

By: Susan Tiner

Susan Tiner — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 16:50:06 +0000

Ha! Along those lines, I bet you'd like Drop Kick Me Jesus Through the Goal Posts of Life. I did a little googling and found this link with these lyrics: There's a football game in Heaven, In Heaven's own backyard Where Jesus is the quarterback And Moses playing guard The angels in the bandstand, They all let out a yell When Jesus the quarterback Beats the boys from Hell Stay with God, Stay with God Rock 'em sock em block 'em Jesus Stay with God. (Jesus on the five yard line Really doin' God-dam fine Rock 'em sock 'em block 'em Jesus, Stay with God.) Do you remember what tune your Mother sang?

By: Mardel

Mardel — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 02:04:29 +0000

Oh don’t get me started. I think religion is fabulously interesting although I can’t count myself as a believer. But as to thinking of Jesus in goofy ways, “somebody stole his body” was one of my favorite songs growing up. I grew up in the bible belt, and any outlet for mockery was welcome. At least I hope that explains it. And I wish I knew the words to a song my mother used to sing, but all I remember is “jesus playing quarterback and moses playing guard” and the refrain, which was something like “rock ‘em sock ‘em, Moses block ‘em”.

I don’t know, but sometimes I think there is something about the south….

By: Susan Tiner

Susan Tiner — Mon, 04 Apr 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Bourbon! That’s really funny. Thinking of Jesus in a goofy way is always good for a laugh. The church needs more humor, IMHO.

I try to remind myself that many of the very unique experiences I’ve had in life would not have been possible with a different background. It’s good to remember that. Thank you for the lovely compliment.

By: Mardel

Mardel — Sun, 03 Apr 2011 22:11:25 +0000

I agree with Wendy about the quote and business card, as well as the Columbia pictures lady, except instead of jelly beans it was bourbon. Oh dear.

You so deserved better parents, and I am so happy to have found your blog. On the other hand, had you had better parents everything would be different. Thank you for surviving and evolving so eloquently.

By: Susan Tiner

Susan Tiner — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 17:06:28 +0000

Hi Pat, yes, that’s a nice thought, being thankful for my genes :-).

Your story of the “devil” painting disturbing your mother reminded me of the African masks my mother had. They were really scary. I had to concentrate very hard to put them out of mind when trying to fall asleep. I seem to remember them hanging in my bedroom, which sounds super creepy, but maybe they were hanging elsewhere. Anyway, later my Mom hung them in the guest bedroom where my kids slept when we visited and so two more childhoods were disturbed by these same masks!

By: savvysavingbytes

savvysavingbytes — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 15:57:25 +0000

I think you have something to thank your parents for. The genes that gave you your very active curiosity and inner life which have helped you through your difficult early years.

Your writing about Satan reminded me of a painting I did and gave to my parents. It was a still life with a vase of flowers and a Japanese piece of art depicting what looked to me like a very graphic dramatic head of a lion and what my mother read as the devil. I didn’t find out till years later that it really disturbed her having the devil hanging in her house.