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
In which I finally wrap up a project, learn a bit of Welsh, and wish people wouldn’t show me photos of myself
I’m happy with my own contribution, which somehow manages to quote from two hymns and an Amy Grant song.
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.