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Today I am in the middle of a medical procedure that started with the bite of a radioactive bee. While I greatly dislike injections I have found that making wisecracks about how I am likely to faint gives the technicians something to take care about, which is gratifying for them and after all why they are there. Later I have to go lie very still for most of an hour while the mystic mechanical oracle looks me over. Since lying still is already one of my superpowers, I am not worried.

Worrying is negative prayer.

Perhaps I will have to stop watching the news, or watching so much of it. I am very annoyed with the hype about that movie, although I am thinking of convincing Number One Son to go to it and report back on exactly how very violent it is, as he is an expert on violent movies, and it will be a nice contribution to his cultural literacy as we have rather neglected bible studies at our house.

The reaction of people who are moved by the violence of the Passion in a movie annoys me because it reveals such a profound lack of imagination. Better those who haven't seen and yet believe. Our culture has been meditating on this particular tortuous death for two thousand years. It has been a principle subject of our every art. Yet unless we see it represented in this most lively form, we don't get it. But every time I watch the news or even most television and cinematic fantasy shows, I see great violence is visited on human beings who are all the children of What Is. It is the same old story.

Jesus wept.