Picture the cold, flat landscape of Lincolnshire, England, in January 1971. A raw RAF recruit awoken from slumber at 5:00 am to the sound of reveille! Sousa's Stars and Stripes blaring from the tannoys as we marched from the barracks to the canteen. It was so foggy we had to carry lamps when we crossed the main road that divided the camp. Every year on the 4th of July I'm reminded of it. Happy days! Have a good one America.
My son was in the Army band program and I've known several others who served in military bands - and they all, universally HATE Stars and Stripes Forever - especially the flutes. They have to play it at EVERY appearance.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, harmony; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that I may seek not so much to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
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Churches say that the expression of love in a heterosexual monogamous relationship includes the physical, the touching, embracing, kissing, the genital act - the totality of our love makes each of us grow to become increasingly godlike and compassionate. If this is so for the heterosexual, what earthly reason have we to say that it is not the case with the homosexual?
It is a perversion if you say to me that a person chooses to be homosexual. You must be crazy to choose a way of life that exposes you to a kind of hatred. It's like saying you choose to be black in a race-infected society.
If God, as they say, is homophobic, I wouldn't worship that God.
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Picture the cold, flat landscape of Lincolnshire, England, in January 1971. A raw RAF recruit awoken from slumber at 5:00 am to the sound of reveille! Sousa's Stars and Stripes blaring from the tannoys as we marched from the barracks to the canteen. It was so foggy we had to carry lamps when we crossed the main road that divided the camp. Every year on the 4th of July I'm reminded of it. Happy days! Have a good one America.
Sousa would certainly be an effective wake-up call - not to say maddening too. Thanks for the good wishes.
My son was in the Army band program and I've known several others who served in military bands - and they all, universally HATE Stars and Stripes Forever - especially the flutes. They have to play it at EVERY appearance.
I never thought of that - but I guess familiarity does breed contempt.
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