The holy kiss is another such practice. I’m all for that one staying discontinued, but Henry doesn’t seem to share the vibe- he’s surfing another wave altogether.
In all fairness, I egged him on, but in no way did I think he would so eagerly accept my challenge and lay one on my cheek. I believe I saw a streak of pride in his flagrant disregard for contemporary social mores (or maybe I only saw the childishness of my outburst, “I dare you, Henry!”), but I know for a fact that my heart seized in sudden, icy terror when I saw him rush my way, puckering up, and then I was en philemati hagio‘ed into the dark corridors of oblivion.
I’d offer some sort of explanation for you why this incident took place Sunday afternoon, but I honestly can’t remember.** Truth be told, this episode has many parallels with alleged alien abduction cases- I clearly remember seeing a vaguely humanoid figure, feeling paralyzed, and then coming to in a completely different location with only a fuzzy recollection of what had just transpired (in this case, the couch in Jeremy and Anouk’s living room with The Phantom Menace going***). The first century church would have had no problem with this, I’m sure (given Paul’s urging to “greet one another with a holy kiss”), but it still strikes me as a little bizarre.****
Henry- touche. The Laurel Wreath of Audacity is yours. You earned it.
*I know you’re out there.
**I mean, aside from the obvious immaturity on both our parts. Besides that, I just don’t know.
***…which only served to make it even more disorienting.
****Consider the source though, eh?