When my childhood United Church of Christ pastor died, each of his children gave a short eulogy at his funeral. His oldest daughter, who is a lesbian, told the story of when she came out to her father. She was in high school and when she approached him, he was out in his tool shed. She was very nervous, not knowing how he would react given what she’d heard other Christian pastors preach about homosexuality. At the time, attitudes towards homosexuals were mostly negative and it was assumed that the Bible said homosexuality was wrong. Continue reading
Here at The Tablet, our intrepid reporters go to great lengths to bring you the quality investigative journalism that you have come to expect from our esteemed publication. And this week, dear readers, I have ventured somewhere that, judging by the emptiness of the theatre, no one else is willing to go.
I saw the Left Behind movie. Continue reading
Ghosts were not allowed in my household. Neither were witches, wizards, or any other foul thing that goes bump in the night. Every Halloween, my sister and I forewent trick or treating to attend our church’s fall festival (at least until the church determined that the word festival had a pagan origin and the event was rechristened “Fall Celebration”). To this day I have never seen The Wizard of Oz or Disney’s Snow White on account of the prominent place given to witches. Indeed, not even C. S. Lewis’ Narnia series could pass muster. Continue reading
An aching head, stuffy nose, sore throat, and fever told me that I had a classic head cold. The sound of my own breathing reminded me of the zombies on the television show The Walking Dead. It made me realize that I live in a time and place where a cold does not usually become a life-threatening ordeal. Even if it does turn into something more serious, I could easily avail myself with doctors and powerful medicines. I’m tempted to trivialize my minor illness because it is common and fairly easy to deal with. However if I live long enough, my immune system will weaken. One day, a simple infection could turn into pneumonia and I could literally catch my death of cold. Continue reading
Halloween is a time for costumes, masks, pretending to be someone else, and being scared. Life, however, is not. But if we are honest, we play dress up all too often in our everyday lives. Fear of various forms leads us to hide behind false identities and hide who we really are. Fear tells us that our real selves will not be accepted and will fail. Consequently, we decide to become what we think others want and our true identities are suppressed. Continue reading
Let me first be clear that I am not an atheist or even a secular humanist. I am not making any assertions about the existence of God, either pro or con. Personally, I believe in a power greater than myself, who I choose to call God. My belief, however, is mine alone; I do not have a right to impose my understanding of God on other people. My understanding of God is that God is so great, so beyond human comprehension, that I could not ever propose that the way someone else experiences God is wrong. I cannot ever know why or how God reveals Godself to other people. Even more, I cannot know why, if there is a God, that God would not reveal Godself to everyone. These are questions that I simply will not get answers to. Continue reading
Cameron Robinson is a fun loving character who misses home, loves his family, flows with the wind, and appreciates anything with gears. Read on for more about Cameron who is the subject of this issue’s Third Year Spotlight. Continue reading
by Pia Diggs
In the season of Halloween I cannot help but think about the scariest movie I ever saw as a child. It was Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Maybe most people would not think this movie is all that scare, but I will never be able to shake the fear that the hear removal scene provokes inside of me.
by Lisa Page
For two consecutive years, Kaleidoscope has operated an “Affirmation Booth” at Pride. The stand is largely a reversal of the traditional confession booth. Pride-goers enter the booth where a student from Wake Div offers them an apology, usually very personal, for the ways we have benefitted from heterosexism or cisgender privilege as well as the ways we have actually participated in demeaning or excluding LGBTQ people. After the apology we make a promise to do things differently in the future and then end with a blessing. It has been moving, even transformational for Wake Div students as well those who had the courage to step into our booth and listen. Continue reading