Lesser Feasts
A blog about the Church, travel, staying put, a bit of philosophy, small celebrations (lesser feasts), such meals as I can manage to eat (lesser feasts, again), and whatever else occurs to me
My final session on Augustine’s Confessions, a minor (!) baking glitch, and random Scottish art
I’ve been bitching for years about how no one around here does a proper Ascension Day service, so I kind of had to go—and of course I’m very glad I did.
Augustine, Platonism, lavender-lemon cookies, Scotus translations, and various bits of Catherine of Siena scattered about Italy
When I was an unathletic kid, I was fond of 1 Timothy 4:8a, which in the Authorized Version reads, “Bodily exercise profiteth little.” See, jocks: even St Paul is dismissive of your pursuits. Now that I’m sojourning in the outer precincts of Gym Bro Land, however, I prefer the more accurate translation of the RSV: “Bodily training is of some value.”
In which I talk about various unconnected things and invite you to Evensong, Book Club, and Stations of the Cross
Mary’s deepest instinct was not to talk, but to treasure; not to proclaim, but to ponder.
I’m happy with my own contribution, which somehow manages to quote from two hymns and an Amy Grant song.