I think perhaps I finally figured out who I am. On another blog, one comment (about 100 down the list) insisted that the only ones who delight in liturgical language that is purposefully archaic are the "rad trads." Hmmmm. I like the sound of it. I am a radical traditionalist in a world of traditional radicals. It is just a shame it took me nearly two thirds of my life to finally hit on a definition of who I am. Better late than never, I guess. Rad Trad.
Perhaps I can get tee shirts made. Maybe I can sell some paraphernalia on this blog to finance my looming retirement (given that Medicare and Social Security are in such tough shape). Who wants to buy one?
5 comments:
You're in good company, with angels and archangels and all the company oof heaven:)
Just don't get a Rad Trat Tat.
"Radical traditionalist" is just as much an oxymoron as "a blend of traditional and contemporary worship"!
Peace and Joy!
George A. Marquart
If you do get a Rad Trat Tat, go with Luther's Rose.
Sorry, reverting back to my native tongue of dyslexia; should have read 'Rad Tra(d)Tat.' I crack myself up.
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