Blessed Christmas Eve Digital Neighbors! Good Morning or Good Day wherever you find yourself on our little spinning orb of life. Happy Saturday ADD Irregulars, Vagabonds & Patrons of the WSN! You know of my fondness for all of you that make Padre's a great place to laugh & ponder. Hello again Friends, Refugees, Early Birds, Later Dayers, Conversants, Lurkers and all members at the Godfather of Locals @DaveRubin - The Rubin Report. Hey there Phamily, Dawn Patrol and all you Misfits on the Island and Odd & Diverse Ideas, the realm of the Political and often Culturally Homeless hosted by the Queen of Laughs and Authenticity, Lady Phetasy herself @BridgetPhetasy And don't forget all you Fascinating People, Merry Bigots and Triggeratti that I so fondly appreciate at the Nomerty! May thanks to the Lads @KonstantinKisin & @FFoster for their continued work with the crazy crew of oddballs! And finally, all of you Seekers of Sanity & Civility at Tulsi that are inspired and informed by @tulsigabbard in the culture and political battles that confront people of common sense and actual freedom.
I know it is a long introduction, but consider it act of appreciation from your resident Friar and local Padre. I am not everyone's cup of tea (it should be coffee if you pay any attention to the memes for crying out loud)! but I am who I am, a Disciple, a Spiritual Father, mostly traditional, slightly disturbed, entertained by what many might consider inappropriate or irreverent humor for a Believer, a laugher at self and humanity, an adherent of common sense, a respecter of freedom, a believer in conversion, a lover of neighbors, (not all mind you, just the good ones, I pray for the lousy neighbors to get their crap together), a curious observer & seeker at the thresholds of experience, thought and imagination, a fan of reality and yet a skeptic and questioner of so much that I see & read in the current chapter of life & information. I am a fan of Wrestling Jacob, holding tight to the Mysterium in the Night, waiting to know a name and a face in the dawning day. Better luck next time, Israel! I am in love with the story of humanity and I know so little of it, it is not all peaches and cream, mostly horrible chapters to be frank, with little episodes of light & hope. This world was never meant to be the permanent residency, more of an incubator, nursery, eventual boot camp for something more.
Today, this eve, I am thankful that the Unknown & Unnamed of Abraham, Isaac & Jacob, The Wrestler in the Night, The Burning Bush, The Whisperer to Judges & Prophets, the Lover of David, the Faithful One of the Covenant, sent His WORD, His Son, to dwell among us, to become one of us, like us in all things but sin. Yes, I am aware of all the other days & stories in the ancient world religions that preceded this celebration and that Christians appropriated this day from the Romans .The Author of the story has entered the story. It is a stretch for many, but for me it is the key to trying to make sense of this life. It doesn't mean it answers all of life questions and curiosities, but it is foundational and formative. There is plenty left for the your guess is as good as mine crowd.
I believe that the Incarnate One gathered disciples and left a community to invite humanity to know Him until He comes again. Far, far, far from a perfect community, there is plenty to point out for all the naysayers of Christianity and Catholicism in particular. No pedestals for the living as it were and there are plenty in death who are no saints. But to see only the shame and failings of Christianity is only to see a partial part of the story and to ignore the good it has help create, and the good it helped create is immense. Not perfect, but far better than the current ideologies seeking to supplant it. Today, this Eve we celebrate Him who gives the name to the Season and the celebration that has been floating around since that fateful night before He died. Blessed Christ Mass to all of you!
Today marks the three hundred and thirtieth birthday of the Frenchman François-Marie Arouet, better known by his nom de plume, Voltaire (1694-1778).
Born into a bourgeois family during the reign of Louis XIV, the “Sun King” (r. 1643-1715), Voltaire suffered tragedy at a young age when his mother died. Never close with his father or brother, Voltaire exhibited a rebellious attitude toward authority from his youth. His brilliant mind was fostered in the care of the Society of Jesus, who introduced him to the joys of literature and theater. Despite his later criticisms against the Church, Voltaire, throughout his life, fondly recalled his dedicated Jesuit teachers.
Although he spent time as a civil servant in the French embassy to the Hague, Voltaire’s main love was writing—an endeavor where he excelled in various genres, including poetry, which led to his appointment as the royal court poet for King Louis XV. Widely recognized as one of the greatest French writers, and even hyperbolically referred to by ...
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1st photo 1999. Dad was 73, Mom 72.
2nd photo - Wedding Date October 26th, 1946 Dad was 20, Mom 19.
Kind of. This "explanation" tries to pin it on being a bit naive, being a bit too aggressive in their analysis...
No. Climate narrative was a global conspiracy to allow a global elite to rule the world. To delete 80% of the world population. To destroy all western governments by forcing them to ruin their economies. By forcing immigration to destroy the backbone of western civilization. By poisoning the world population with drugs and fake food and spraying them with chemicals. You will own NOTHING, not even your children. Their goal is to enslave and remove all rights for the rest of humanity, whomever survives.
They are doing a hell of a job implementing this. In the meantime, here's their shit mea culpa.
XIII
The Proud Minister
One day there came into the Garden a man in torn clothes badly bruised and cut, who said to the Lover, “In the name of the Beloved I demand your help.”
So the Lover and the Disciple let him in and dressed his wounds and prepared the best of the vegetables from the Garden for him to eat. When his wounds had been dressed and he had eaten and rested the Lover asked him how he had fallen into this plight, to which the man replied, “I was Minister of the Beloved in a city near this place, where I preached His gospel and expounded His doctrine to the people. I pointed out to them how their sins had made them wholly hateful to the Beloved and how therefore they were utterly beyond the range of His love and He would condemn them to eternal torments, whereon some fell into despair and wept bitterly but many were angry. One day the magistrates called me before them and begged me to leave the city and preach elsewhere for they said I had made many people so angry and desperate that they feared there might be a riot and they might not be able to protect me but that I might suffer some injury. I, however, very zealous for the Beloved and believing that the magistrates only feared that their own sins might be proclaimed, preached the more vehemently, denounced the magistrates and made it abundantly clear that the whole wicked city was foredoomed to eternal punishment by the just provision of the Beloved. Whereon a mob, stirred up no doubt by the corrupt and venal magistrates, fell upon me with sticks and stones, nearly killing me and driving me out of the city in the state in which I came to you.”
“My friend,” said the Lover, “this was not a good deed of yours, for besides denying the unfathomable compassion of the Beloved, you have by your obstinacy caused these people to commit a grievous sin, and this cannot be pleasing to the Beloved, that through you who profess to be His minister the people should become worse. Surely you remember that He Himself said, ‘If they persecute you in one city flee to another.’”
Therefore the man was very angry, and cursing the Lover, said, “I see that I have had a very false report of you and I do not believe that you are a servant of the Beloved at all. When I came to you so injured for the Beloved’s sake you set before me only herbs and fruits although the garden is full of birds which you could have killed to make me a worthy meal. I shall proclaim everywhere that you are no true servant of the Beloved but a mere falterer who dares not suffer in the cause of the Beloved. Be sure that you are foreordained to eternal torments who suffer nothing here.”
For the man was so blinded by his own pride that he could not perceive the scars on the hands and feet and the brows of the Lover nor how the cloth beneath the armpits of his tunic was dyed with a red dye. So he went out of the Garden cursing and shouting.
But the Lover looked sad and said, “A man like this does much harm to the cause of the Beloved, for by thus speaking falsely about the Beloved he may bring men to fear Him but none to love Him, and by love alone can any man approach the Beloved.”
