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31 March 2005
This has been a singularly strange week. As the diligent reader knows, I had to return to Texas to be with my grandmother who is dying. So, Tuesday and Wednesday, I spent a considerable amount of time sitting with her, and some time this morning... this sitting with has created an interesting context for a week of seeming contradictions.

On the one hand, we're smack in the middle of Easter Week - in the midst of the great feast of the Resurrection of our Lord. We're singing some of my favorite hymns (cliché though they may be, ahem, Hail Thee Festival Day, ktl.). The church is decked out in every kind of bright flower that we can muster and the incense is going wild.

Tuesday, I sat in the hospice room for almost 6 hours while I read Derrida's The Gift of Death for my Old English seminar. That was strange and a little discomforting.

Sunday night, I had a great time with my friends as I prepared a huge Easter dinner. Sunday night I had to pack as though I was going to be attending a funeral.

Today on the way to the airport, Highway 121 was surrounded by massive numbers of blue bonnets speckled with clusters of Indian paintbrush. For those who've never been in Texas when the blue bonnets have come up, it's really spectacular.

This morning, before leaving for the air port, I went to say good-bye to my grandmother for the last time.

This trip I stayed with Merrin and Kevin at their home and really enjoyed the time I was able to spend with the both of them. They have a lovely home and wonderful dogs and I'm very grateful for their hospitality.

As I said, it's been a week of seeming contradictions. All of this brings me to another seeming contradiction that I've been pondering as I'm sitting at gate C37 of DFW International Airport waiting to fly back to Princeton: the contradictions in blogging. It seems strange to me that this feels very intimate - and yet it's not. I know most all of the folk who read this blog very well, but then I periodically get comments from folks in Japan. Go figure.

I keep pretty sharp boundaries about what I will and what I won't blog about. Believe me that this page is quite far removed from my internal monologue... but when a friend mentioned to me that he could never "put himself out there" like that, I really began to think about the nature of printed text, what is conveyed, and what is meant to be conveyed. Perhaps things that don't feel personal in the least seem immensely personal to others.

So my question for you, my dear readers, is this: where is the line between thoughtful blogging and emotional exehibitionism?

(I'm fairly certain I've done a little of both... You know, for something that started as a diversion from study, this has opened up quite the can of worms.)

karma, redux?

28 March 2005
For the first time in my life I have avoided my typically miserable airline travel karma... granted there were considerable delays getting onto the plane because of the rain and the terminal was filled with screaming children, but both of those conditions are infinitely more preferable in terminal rather than in flight.

Normally, every time I fly, I get someone that wants to talk to me about Jesus (pronounced with a long "a") or to recount to me the time they got sick on their Carnival Cruise Lines trip to Aruba. The other option is being stuck next to or in front of a child that has (a) no sense of personal space and (b) can't sit still. This time, neither happened.

I even got stuck in the middle seat, and didn't really care. The lady on my left sat down and went to sleep and the gentlemen on my right spent the entire flight either writing in his journal or reading from the collected works of Ginsburg. Both were courteous and quiet.

Maybe I've spent too much time in NYC, but talking to people who are sharing mass transportation (I include air travel in this) is on par with speaking to the guy at the next urinal: you just don't do it. I'll grant you that talking to the person next to you on the airplane isn't quite on par with urinal-chatter, but if I come in, sit down, never make eye contact and am immediately engaged with my book or work, what possible body language could convey that I'm wanting to strike up a conversation about the world cross-word puzzle championship or thimble collecting?

One of these days, when one of these people turns to me with the intention of striking up three hours of conversation and asks me what I do for a living, I may just have to tell them, "I club baby fur seals and sell I sell their pelts to Nike and their parts to McDonald's." Of course, with my luck, that would back fire and I'd wind up sitting next to the executive vice president of baby fur seal pelt acquisitions and processing for Nike....

easter drama

27 March 2005
Last night, at the Great Vigil, there was no shortage of drama... As is our custom, we made with the heavy incense on the Holy Day. As is our custom, once the solemn procession was complete, I set the thurible out side the sacristy door (so as to not smoke out the congregation).

When it came time to cense the altar at the presentation of the gifts, the thurible was gone. Eep. El Padre didn't quite take my meaning when I told him that it was gone when he turned to me to cense the altar - but it was more than clear after the liturgy (mid-Eucharist is no time for long explanations). So, he called the police and an officer came out to take a report.

After I wound up using my tattoo as a visual aid to describe some of the engraving on the thurible, she suggested we search the grounds. Father and I took the east side, she the west. We found nothing. However, when the officer went into the parish hall to question folks left hanging around after a self help group, low and behold, there the thurible and incense boat sat just inside the door on the left.

It would seem that some well intentioned soul set them inside for fear of theft...

In other news, I spent all afternoon, from 12:40 until about 6:30, cooking like a madman for Easter dinner with A., E., (R.)2, and L. We had a lovely evening. And there is nothing quite like cooking to cleanse the soul...

prayer request

24 March 2005

I bid your prayers for my grandmother, Norma, who is dying. Pray also for her three sons, Jack, Jim and Bill, and for those that love her. Pray also for me as I travel on Monday to be at her side.

Thank you.


"Deliver your servant, Norma, O Sovereign Lord Christ, from all evil, set her free from every bond; that she may rest with all your saints in the eternal habitations; where with the Father and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, one God, for ever and ever. Amen." (BCP 1979, p 464)

maundy thursday

Maundy Thursday is always a striking day for me. The liturgy is one of the fullest of the church year as it includes the commemoration of the institution of the Holy Eucharist, the command to observe the pedilavium (foot washing, which I maintain should be the third dominical sacrament, bringing us to a nice round eight... cf. John 13:1-20), the stripping of the altar and the watch with the Blessed Sacrament (to commemorate the hour in the garden). The most striking thing is, along with Good Friday and the Office for Holy Saturday, there is no dismissal at the conclusion of the Maundy Thursday liturgy - making the Triduum effectively one continuous liturgy up through the Great Vigil.

What was particularly striking for me about this Maundy Thursday was that it is the 25th anniversary of the martyrdom of Archbishop Oscar Anulfo Romero. In July of 2001, I stood in the very place where Romero was when he was assassinated. I put my fingers in the bullet holes in the reredos of the chapel at Divina Providencia. I saw the ripped and bloody clothing he wore when he was assassinated and saw the milagros people had left at his home in the convent.

At lunch today, the Rev. Dr. Mark Taylor, of PTS faculty fame, gave a lecture titled "American Torture and the Eucharist" to commemorate the anniversary. Dr. Taylor spoke at length about the reality of torture perpetrated, directly and indirectly, by the United States government. He then went on to speak of the Eucharist as a basis for subversive political action - as a location of witness against such a systemic evil.

In a lot of ways, I liked what I heard from Dr. Taylor. However, I would also want to speak of the significance and function of the pedilavium for the US American context. As wealthy, privileged North Americans, one of the most important theological values for us to embrace is that of humility. It is only when we are bowed in the face of God and of the Other (because we are commanded to see God in the face of the Other) that we are able to genuinely Love the other. That is to say, we are to interact with the Other and with all in a posture of worship and humility before the God of justice, mercy and love. So why the pedilavium?

Because, "Christ Jesus, who though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God as something to be exploited, but emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death - even death on a cross." (Phil 2:5-8) As created beings, we can't really take on the humility of the incarnation - we can't cross the infinite gap and paradox of the Incarnation. But, by virtue of the Incarnation, we are called to perform acts of Incarnational Humility - to empty ourselves in the face of God and the Other for the sake of God and the Other. And my friends, foot washing does this. To have ones feet washed is truly humbling. To wash the feet of another is the act of a true servant.

"After he had washed their feet, had put on his robe, and had returned to the table, he said to them, 'Do you know what I have done to you? You call me Teacher and Lord - and you are right, for that is what I am. So if I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet." (John 13:12-14)

So, what of the pedilavium, Oscar Romero and Dr. Taylor's talk? In order for us to act justly as citizens of a country that has perpetrated immense evils in the world, we must first acknowledge the presence of God in all people (even our leaders... perhaps especially our leaders...) lest we attempt to help from a privileged position instead of ministering incarnationally - that is, becoming servants of all, as Romero did. Only then can we speak with the truly prophetic voice with which we are called to proclaim God's revolutionary Gospel.

incense, bourbon and beowulf

23 March 2005
I'm finally getting into this darn Beowulf paper, which was no small feat. For starters, for the first time in a long time, I genuinely despise a class. I did my share of bellyaching about a congregational ministries course I had to take as an MDiv, but it was pretty easy for me to salvage something from that experience - I just immersed myself in my project, did my own thing and pretty much went on from there.

However, this one is a real challenge for me. We're reading all of this post-colonial, post-modern critical theory (Chakrabarty, de Certeau, etc.) and trying to map that onto Anglo-Saxon literature. I think most of my trouble here is about me. By temperament and training, I am a theological historian. So trying to figure out what Derrida has to do with Beowulf feels like a stretch to me. Actually, it feels anachronistic, irrelevant and impossible.

Don't get me wrong - Derrida's pretty darn cool and I like Chakrabarty, though de Certeau doesn't really do it for me. But - to try to get at The Battle of Maldon by way of Talal Asad (another author that just plain rocks) just doesn't work logically or historically because the stuff Asad is responding to is about 1000 years after all that Anglo-Saxon goodness. All of that just feels like a whole lot of eisegesis.

But, I'm sitting here, doing a "close reading" (whatever the hell that is, since no one can seem to agree or decide) of Beowulf 559-580, drinking my Maker's Mark and burning incense. Fortunately, this time around, I don't have to worry about Derrida and The Dream of the Rood. I just get to read some Old English, do some good old fashioned exegesis and pretend like I'm writing another paper for John Fleming (one of my three great academic heroes - the other two being Diogenes Allen and Peter Brown - I have had the honor of studying with all of these distinguished scholars).

Okay, so my fantasy life is pretty lame, but you take what you can get.


22 March 2005
Screw studying.

I'm making cookies.

music makes the people come together

(It was that or a reference to "Vogue" - either way, you were going to get stuck with a Madonna reference...)

Today, I was accused of looking like an iPod commercial.

Let me explain.

It was absolutely gorgeous outside today, in the low 50s, clear skies, a very gentle breeze... in short, it was one of the first days in a very long time that didn't involve snow, rain, sleet, cold, and large piano-like objects plummeting from the celestial spheres. I was coming back from down town after having gotten all of my copying done for HIS543 in relatively little time for under $15 (a first, but only because there's a stack o' books waiting for me in Marquand). I had stopped at the Bent Spoon for some gellatto-ey goodness. I was listening to my music and really enjoying it. Apparently, I was enjoying it a little too much and was rather obliviously getting my groove on.

*general embarrassment*


I am not a tool of corporate image... I am not a tool of corporate image... I am not a tool of corporate image...

Oh, and I finally caved in and went to the Gmail. Last week, I hit Jared up for an invite for BGLASS since we've started generating enough mail that it was swamping my personal account. Since I've been using it for BGLASS, I've started to see that web mail doesn't have to suck! Besides, my mac.com account has become the test case for every spammer on the planet and I'd like at least one account that doesn't give my junk filter a major workout. (It also helps that Gmail has now enabled POP.)

And jinkees! As I was looking for random things to link to the post in a vicious attempt at procrastination, I found the coolest thing ever! Lo! Behold! Hineh! Ideo! and Hwæt! I give to you the (drum roll) Monty Python Tim the Enchanter Plush Hat.

I would so wear that to class.


So I was just finishing up lunch when I noticed that one of the guys from IT was running around the refectory with a laptop. I asked, and he was indeed checking WiFi signal strength. w00t!

I are so happy!

no pressure

21 March 2005
I love it.

My French proficiency entrance exam is going to be just as I'm finishing up all of my final papers. Wee!

Oh, and speaking of such amusements, I've just spent the last three hours reading articles on basket weaving in Pachomian monastic communities in, you guessed it, French.

C'mon. You know you want my life.

nerdtabulous, nerdtacular, nerdariffic!

19 March 2005

I am nerdier than 98% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!

I still find it somewhat disheartening that there is no evaluation of one's nerdliness in the humanities. I guess this means I need to get off my duff and create one.

it tastes the same (if you close your eyes)

18 March 2005
I was eating breakfast with a friend this morning, and they did something that just absolutely boggeled my mind: my friend had been eating eggs over easy and laid hold of a bit of donut and used that to sop up and eat the egg yolk on the plate.

Think about that for a minute.

Donut + Egg Yolk = ???

I vigorously sequestered by banana nut crunch muffin from my eggs so as to avoid unfortunate (at least to my palate) flavor combinations. My friend was rather surprised I wasn't sopping up egg juice with my muffin. Different strokes, I suppose. But still, donut + egg yolk seems a bit freak nasty to me.

Am I the only one that thinks that's a bit odd? Or is this common practice?


17 March 2005
We all know I'm a major slacker, so confession time... it wasn't until about 15 minutes ago that I got around to reading Ian Torrance's inaugural address from last Friday.


I think this man is definitely going to do a lot of good for the Sem.

it's sitting by the overcoat, the second shelf...

16 March 2005
It's been a very, very long day.

I got up at 5:30am to catch the 7am train to NYC. Once in the City, I found that the 4, 5, and 6 trains were not running because of a power outage, so I got to hoof it at high speed from Grand Central Station to East 65th Street to Congregation Emanu-El for the Annual Interfaith Symposium for Clergy: Mystical Theology in Judaism, Christianity and Islam. I'll say more about this later, but Bernard McGinn was just as cool as I expected (and he sat at my table for lunch!), and Eitan Fishbane and Michael Sells also kicked some hard-core epistemological bootie!

Plus, I got to go to Evening Prayer and Mass at the second coolest Episcopal Church on the planet, Church of St Mary the Virgin in New York (the first coolest being St Andrew's Episcopal in Lawrenceville, NJ - we don't have a web page yet...). Church of St Mary the Virgin, a.k.a. Smoky Mary's, is the only thing that will get me to enter Times Square with a smile on my face.

After Mass, R. and I went for some seriously good Ethiopian food at Queen of Sheba. I recommend the Vegetarian Mesob.

All that and I got to know a friend a lot better.

Okay, enough blogging for the Sloane.

Sleep now.


start spreadin' the news

15 March 2005
It's been a while since I've posted, largely because access to Blogger has been a bit sketchy over the past couple of days. Getting off my duff and learning Dreamweaver is definitely on the list of things to do this summer... Now I just need to come up with a witty domain name...

Those of you who know me know that I'm not fond of New York City and it takes something really special to get me into the City. Tomorrow counts as really special. Temple Emanu'El is hosing an interfaith (Christian, Jewish, Muslim) conference on medieval mysticism, at which Dr. Bernard McGinn will be speaking. I'm especially stoked because my advisor has given me a copy of his new book to take to Dr. McGinn, so I have a legit excuse to go up and talk to him. Super keen!

I intended to post something about this on Sunday, but as I've said, Blogger has been a bit on the sketch side lately... so better late than never:

It seems all the planets were aligned on Sunday and I was reminded why NPR is just so darn cool. Within the space of about 20 minutes on my drive to church, they played a clip from Monty Python, the Main Theme from Star Wars and did a really awesome interview about a new CD I'm going to have to buy, Double Standards by Lea DeLaria. This goes way beyond my usual commitment to support out musicians, the music on this one is incredible. (Not that I buy albums that are sub-standard - but this one just flat rocks.)

I love jazz, and I love rock, but never the twain shall meet - or so I thought. I can't tell you how inexpressibly cool it was to hear "I'm Just a Girl" covered as a jazz standard. Holy crap! And it's really freakin' good jazz. It's also really easy to listen to - it's not nearly as demanding as some of the things out there, so this would make a really good introduction for someone who's new to listening to and thinking about jazz.

surely i'm the sane one

12 March 2005
Did you ever wish you could call into life and tell Mr. Reality that you won't be in today?


(but really quite normal, well, normal if you live at 13 Vibernum Court...
which by any standard - metric, imperial or otherwise - is
quite far removed from normative normality,
because we're all quite looney around here...)
Hey, Normative Normality, that's a good band name,

Okay, enough "Finnegans Wakespeak" (props to Seamus Heaney for that phrase of the day)...

I shall leave you with the Quote(s) of the Week, heard over the gas range at 13 Vibernum Court:

"¿Quién es su papi?"

closely followed by:

"¡Yo soy un Ninja de los Juevos!"

most troubling

I just checked /. this morning to find some very disturbing news. AIM has new terms of service that gives them total ownership of anything you post over AIM:

Although you or the owner of the Content retain ownership of all right, title and interest in Content that you post to any AIM Product, AOL owns all right, title and interest in any compilation, collective work or other derivative work created by AOL using or incorporating this Content. In addition, by posting Content on an AIM Product, you grant AOL, its parent, affiliates, subsidiaries, assigns, agents and licensees the irrevocable, perpetual, worldwide right to reproduce, display, perform, distribute, adapt and promote this Content in any medium. You waive any right to privacy. You waive any right to inspect or approve uses of the Content or to be compensated for any such uses.

Emphasis added.

I'm going to have to think very long and hard about whether or not I will continue to use IM. I find this most troubling.

Nasty, bad, wicked, evil, naughty mega-corp.

a (real) conversation

11 March 2005
In front of the library:

[Names and minor conversational details have been changed to protect the ignorant.]

student 1: Where do I find books?
student 2: In the library.
student 1: But there not on reserve.
student 2: Use the catalog.
student 1: Oh.

I now have a renewed appreciation for the patience and charity of our beloved, saintly reference librarian (she who knows everything).

help wanted, inquire within

10 March 2005
I'm finally finishing up my thesis! (w00t)∞/joyed

Anywho, now I get to do the crazy fun copy editing.

So, my dear readers, I have an offer for you. If one or two of you would volunteer to copy edit my masters thesis (between 45 and 50 pages - I've still got a conclusion to write...), I would reimburse you for your time and efforts. Those PTS folk that live in the Princeton area can choose between hard £/$/€₣ (but probably just $ - oh, and Blogger didn't know what to do with the symbol for Euros) or a home cooked, fancy-schmancy meal with all the trimmings (namely, vino) at my home.

If this appeals to your humanitarian values, Christian charity, or mercenary impulse drop me an email (there's a link all the way at the bottom of the page).

even more snow

08 March 2005
It is snowing, again.

The Seminary has closed, again.

It strikes me as interesting that the Sem will shut down at the drop of a few snowflakes, but the University keeps up under much worse conditions. That said, it occurs to me that the only reason I'm kavetching is because I've been inconvenienced and I had to cut short some scanning I was doing because the Sem was shutting down (but not the library).

The other thing that boggles my mind is just how discombobulated New Jersey drivers get when a little of the white stuff falls on the road. I understand that one needs to drive with a certain caution when it's snowing, but driving five miles an hour when the other side of the road is doing a good 35 (10 below the posted speed limit) is just dumb. Seriously, if you're going to drive on a chunk of road where passing is not an option - if you feel the urge to go 5mph and turn your flashers on (no exaggeration) when the rest of the world is going a perfectly respectable and safe 35 - do us all a favor and get off the bloody road!!!

i love beer

07 March 2005
It's funny and it's delicious.

He'brew The Chosen Beer: Messiah Bold.

What the website doesn't tell you is what's printed on the bottom of the six pack: "Do not store fresh beer in saddle bags of white donkey. Store cold!"

thought for the day

Graduate school... it's not a job, it's an indenture.

hwæt! cognitive dissonance!

05 March 2005
Dave, this one is all for you.

In the past 45 minutes, I've been exposed to two completely different sets of verse. What amuses me is not the lack of a relationship between Eminem and Beowulf, but rather, the conceptual continuity.

No, I'm not on crack.

Check this out... Take verse 3 of Without Me, essentially typical boast rap...

Now, pick up Beowulf at line 529 and following (Beowulf's metrical boasting about kicking butt in a swimming contest and killing nine sea-monsters in the process, all while wearing a full coat of mail):
Beowulf maþelode, bearn Ecgþeowes:
"Hwæt þu worn fela, wine min Unferð,
beorne druncen ymb Brecan spræce,
sægdest from his siðe! Soð ic talige
þæt ic mere-strengo maran ahte,
earfeþo on yþum, ðonne ænig oþer man...."

I'm not suggesting an exact parallel to Eminem - but I do think it's kinda funny that as soon as I set down Beowulf to take a brake and hit play on iTunes, I go from one bit of boast rap to another.

By the by, if you've never read Beowulf and aren't up for a hardcore slog through the Old English, go get Seamus Heaney's verse translation. It's really good.

wet kitty 2

04 March 2005

I'm well aware that there are people in this world who think cats should smell bad. That is to say, I'm well aware that some people think cat's do an adequate job of grooming themselves. I submit that these same people patently do not share a pillow with their cats.

Today, Elisa and I bathed her cats again. Digit, pictured in this post really hates being bathed. He hates being bathed so much that he expresses his displeasure with more than mere yowles and hisses. He pisses.

I do feel bad for him. However, such is the pillow tariff. I'm not about to share my pillow with anything warm and fuzzy if it's not warm, fuzzy and clean. Besides, they only get bathed once a month or so.

Besides, I'm not the one who had to stand in the tub and hold the cats this time around. :-)

wet kitty 1

Believe it or not, but this one (usually quite the aggressive little barbarian kitty) is far more mellow in the bathtub. That said, I thoroughly expect to wake up with puncture wounds tomorrow morning.

spring broken

(For some reason my life seems to be saturated with strong verbs of late... silly Old English derivatives...)

I suppose one of the principle benefits of this blog is that I am able to whine and kavetch here, which inevitably saves you, my dear reader, from hearing about it from me in person later.

Okay, so we all know that was a bold faced lie. Deal with it.


The Seminary's reading week begins at the end of classes today. Historically, reading week was instituted so that folk could go home to work on political campaigns. Not so much any more. Now, reading week is an excuse to assign things like take home midterms and to give TA's a backload of papers to grade. Wee! (I like my job. I like my job. I like my job. Well, I like the money and the teaching - now if I could just have a robot monkey pirate that graded things for me, life would be super fun. Yarr!)

The University's spring break begins not this week, but next and is, in fact, a real vacation - or so I'm told. Four years at the Sem and I'm a bit skeptical of anything called "vacation" that isn't between the end of fall term finals in early January and the beginning of the spring term at the end of January.

So... I'm left with staggered weeks and no real break. w00t! (or something)

At least my boss in the Media Lab is letting me take next Friday off, about which I'm ever so pleased.

call the orkin man...

03 March 2005
Update your Firefox, lest bad computer karma strike you down!
8 More Bugs Found In Firefox And Mozilla
By TechWeb News
Just a day after one security firm warned of a vulnerability in Firefox and Mozilla, a rival disclosed that another eight threaten the open-source browsers.

The Danish security firm Secunia on Tuesday laid out the flaws, most of which could be used by criminals to spoof, or fake, various aspects of a Web site, ranging from its SSL secure site icon to the contents of an inactive tab.

Other bugs can be exploited remotely by hackers able to introduce code of their own choosing on the vulnerable machine, possibly taking control of it or giving them access to files. For example, Firefox's extensions -- its name for plug-ins -- can be manipulated to create a temporary directory that can then be exploited by attacks to delete files from the computer. Another flaw in the automatic form filling feature -- used to quickly complete forms with personal information, or even credit card numbers -- could be exploited to trick users into divulging some of that information.

Secunia collectively rated the vulnerabilities as "Moderately Critical," and said that only Firefox has been fixed. Users should download the newest edition, Firefox 1.0.1, which was released last week.

The vulnerabilities have been corrected in Mozilla, but the patched edition, 1.7.6, has not yet been officially released. The same goes for Thunderbird, the Mozilla Foundation's free e-mail client, which is also susceptible to the bugs. Both Mozilla 1.7.6 and Thunderbird 1.0.1 should roll out this week, Mozilla has said.

Firefox 1.0.1 an be downloaded from the Mozilla Web site.

free ice cream! (one day only)

02 March 2005
Go to this link (will work only on 3/2/05) to get a coupon for free mediocre ice cream from Baskin Robbins in celebration of Yahoo!'s 10th anniversary.

Now if the Bent Spoon (home of best ice cream on the planet) would just start giving away ice cream...


The bell in the cupola of Alexander Hall has been out of commission since half-way through my junior (first) year at Princeton Theological Seminary (that being three and a half years ago). Yesterday, they removed the old bell and installed a new one.

Kinda cool. On the other hand, I am once again grateful that I don't live in the dorms, 'cuz it's not gonna be fun to live under that thing once it start's a-ringin'.

In other news, the Blogger spell checker doesn't know how to spell "cupola."


Today is the feast of St Chad of Litchfeld (extra credit if you knew that already). Anywho, the collect for Chad (at Mission St Clare - not from Lesser Feasts and Fasts) really struck me this morning:

Almighty God, whose servant Chad, for the peace of the Church, relinquished cheerfully the honors that had been thrust upon him, only to be rewarded with equal responsibility: Keep us, we pray, from thinking of ourselves more highly than we ought to think, and ready at all times to step aside for others, (in honor preferring one another,) that the cause of Christ may be advanced; in the name of him who washed his disciples' feet, your Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and for ever. Amen.

For more information on Chad, have a look at chapter III of Bede's Ecclesiastical History of the English People, Book IV. I won't quote in full what Bede writes in Book IV, but in Book III chapter XXVIII, he write of Chad:

Chad, being thus consecrated bishop, began immediately to devote himself to ecclesiastical truth and to chastity; to apply himself to humility, continence, and study; to travel about, not on horseback, but after the manner of the apostles, on foot, to preach the Gospel in towns, the open country, cottages, villages, and castles; for he was one of the disciples of Aidan, and endeavored to instruct his people, by the same actions and behavior, according to his and his brother Cedd's example.

blas-for-me, blas-for-you, blas-for-everybody-in-the-room...

01 March 2005

Horribly blasphemous.

But damn funny.