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First things first. If I ever said that Celine Dion sucked, I was wrong. I'm sorry. I made a list for my oddball friend who doesn't listen to pop. I was just trying to be thorough; I can't very well leave out Celine in a survey of pop from the last 30 years, I reasoned. Well, I made it so well, I can't stop listening to it!

Which leads me to my next thought, I think. I should have joined the glee club in high school. No one enjoys pop music or singing without provocation to random strangers more than me. Yes, I'm a total diva. I'm OK with that. [Wow. Just wow.--ed.] Shut up, all right?

And because I'm too lazy to go back to the combox, I'm going to answer right here. It might be permissible to desire open communion with brothers in Christ, assuming to do it would not be a sin, BUT THE WHOLE POINT of Protestant conviction on that score is to say that Catholic piety is a sin. You ought not desire the Catholic Eucharist in such a case, a blindingly obvious point entirely missed by the typically sharp Peter Leithart some weeks ago. So even if we utterly ignored the Catholic ecclesiological claims here, it's still inconsistent. And if you are willing to share the Supper with those outside your faith tradition, to use Al Gore's gloriously condescending phrase, you have in fact rendered whatever your community says in its particularity entirely superfluous as a dogmatic issue, whether you see it or not. [Isn't everything Al Gore says gloriously condescending?--ed.] Good point.

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