Cranford Presbyterian 2/6

We admit, Holy One, how in superstition, we will throw salt over our shoulders, but find it hard to flavor a world made bland by the ordinary. We dim our gifts to save our energy, instead of shining as long as we can in society's shadowed corners. We skip a meal once a week to show our faith but are unable to see those who go through the dumpster to feed their children. Forgive us, and have mercy, Creation's Goodness. By your grace, heal our brokenness, so we might fix the shattered dreams of our world. With your hope, strengthen our hearts, so we might fill the emptiness of our society. This we ask in the wonderful name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.

How and when did bland become pejorative? At least as recently as Gilbert and Sullivan it retained its Latin meaning (sweet, pleasing, inoffensive).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzgaPEm-HYA&feature=related

I further charge this paragraph with the meaningless use of the words energy, society, shining, shattered, and dream.

I'm currently thinking out my case against cheap justice. There is no charged injustice to those who dig through the dumpster to feed their children. Is this a complaint against the condition of the unemployed? There are men in every city whose employment is digging through dumpsters, and they are well paid. Perhaps the objection is reliance on rubbish? But then, there are many other occupations, and I am thinking of specifically of the movie industry, which constantly re-cycle far more objectionable rubbish. I sense that the real objection to the dumpsters is the smell. Of the many interesting smells in the world, the average dumpster is among the more disagreeable. But the smell itself is not unjust, unless our definition of injustice is very cheap indeed. Digging through a dumpster is a dirty and disgusting business. Iustitia concerns itself with neither of these. I wish no one was ever so hungry that they had to look in the trash for food. I also wish no tired parent was every awoken to change a dirty diaper. Both of these, you might say, are mere misdemeanors against scents and sensibility.

Reading today:
Iliad II, Aeneid VI, Rev. 9, Is. 40, Udolpho

And, in the interest of domestic peace, Go Steelers.