tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34346296.post3579883910994949759..comments2023-12-25T23:40:17.701-05:00Comments on Confessions of a Carioca: My Life As A Table DecorationDaniel Martinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15980949721733826978noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34346296.post-48478574352371619882007-03-18T14:10:00.000-04:002007-03-18T14:10:00.000-04:00Dan, just know that you will never be a table deco...Dan, just know that you will never be a table decoration. I doubt the group including you at their head table in full sight of the mayor and everybody probably didn't think it through as deeply as you're are suggesting.Scouthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06209638721810105979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34346296.post-60524366912460456612007-03-17T19:17:00.000-04:002007-03-17T19:17:00.000-04:00Dan,In years gone by, I used to frequent the Trapp...Dan,<BR/>In years gone by, I used to frequent the Trappist Abbey in<BR/>Huntsville, UT. (Make my retreat, visit with my spiritual<BR/>director.) <BR/>The evangelical/baptist types that you write about were <BR/>profoundly (moreso than this Episcopalian) alienated from <BR/>the dominant culture in UT. They found the monastery<BR/>a place of refreshment and refuge.<BR/><BR/>This Episcopalian was not alienated from the Mormon <BR/>culture, because my understanding of the gospel leaves<BR/>me both alienated from and wholly enmeshed in every<BR/>culture. I think I did not really understand this 40 years <BR/>ago, but then again, Haurwas had not yet coined “Resident<BR/>Aliens”.<BR/>Good on yerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com