Monday, March 9, 2009
Daily Diversion / Silverman Hell's Bells? Eastland Baptist Church Sounds a Clarion Call Heard All the Way to Cookeville
Posted by Jack Silverman on Mon, Mar 9, 2009 at 12:20 PM
Comments (15)
Showing 1-15 of 15
Don't know any scriptural reference to bells, but it might be worth sitting down for some intensive bible study with the baptists on Proverbs 27:14
"He that blesseth his friend with a loud voice, rising early in the morning, it shall be counted a curse to him."
like
dislike
I love those bells! Like meeting someone randomly who already knows a half dozen of my other Nashville friends, the bells are a reminder that Nashville -- and East Nashville in particular -- is really a small town! We live about 4 blocks away from the would-be offenders, but admit to preferring their daily noontime serenade, especially when playing in the backyard with the kiddos.
I don't know all of the Metro Codes in Nashville, but in most places I've lived, it seems that as long as it's not after 11ish at night or before 8ish in the morning, you can make as much noise as you want.
And frankly, it's much more fun to bitch about it on this blog than to actually do something about it.
But perhaps I'll investigate. Still, not sure I'd like to be known in my neighborhood as the guy who killed Jesus' music. I have a hard enough time getting gigs around here.
And as I was typing my last comment, East Nash Mama chimed in.
See, Joey and Tobin, were I to complain, East Nash Mama's kids would think I was like the guy who killed Santa or something. Not sure I could live with that.
And East Nash Mama, since you live four blocks away, and I only live three, can we trade houses? (How big is yours?)
I just talked to God on this, Jack, and He says you're in the wrong. Complaining about church bells is like bitching at the handicapped kids because he's not good at basketball.
God says that Baptists are too cheap to even hire a pope, so they're not going to spend extra money on getting some decent bells. And because they don't drink like other religions, their priests aren't hungover on Sundays, so they do dumb things like schedule mass at 9 a.m. But He still says we're supposed to look blessedly on all His children, even the weird ones who get up early on Sunday morning.
I just talked to Pete, Jack, and he tells me you've been using my name in vain, cheating on your taxes, harboring lustful thoughts, and, most disturbing, entertaining the notion that perhaps I don't exist.
If I don't exist, how the heck am I posting a comment on this blog? Huh?
Contemplate that, my friend, before you are committed once and for all to eternal damnation. You think Nashville--with its Opry Mills, subpar barbecue and Phil Valentine--is bad? Well, hell is like that times one-and-a-half, my heathen friend.
Yeah, Jack, God is watching you and your little blog, and if you're not careful, he's going to send you to purgatory, which we on Earth refer to as "Cleveland."
After reading this story in the NY Times, I'm guessing some Clevelanders would consider purgatory an improvement.
Damn. I was sure throngs of John Cipollina fans would have shown up to comment. Last time I count on the massive appeal of Quicksilver Messenger Service to fatten up my page views.
I hope the writer of the article is actually reading these.
Don't get me wrong, I am not a proponent for bells for the sake of bells.
I am a native Clevelander; raised on the east side, and have lived
in several parts of both the east and west sides. Living Shaker Heights, Cleveland
Heights, Severance area, Lakewood (Gold Coast and "Bird Town"), I have
always, in all places heard the bells from church buildings. I've heard good and bad quality (both fake and real). Eastland Baptist is nothing compared to my hometown. What offends you, is that a group of people you don't like are doing something that you don't want them to. I am sorry for one thing, that they are doing anything to give you reason to blaspheme your creator, the One you should love and honour. They may not fit our culture, or our style... The Lord is One, you or I do not get to say "well my God does this or that..."
What that translates to in reality, is that I get to say what my God does, because I've made him (small h) in my image. The reality of it is, that the God of the Torah and the Prophets will not be confined to the boxes we make for Him. It has been written, "If you believed Moses' words, you would believe Me."
