Tuesday, August 14, 2007


This post was supposed to be for last week (not that that matters much I suppose) but I didn't know HP couldn't post it for me.

FINDING TRUTH WHEREVER IT MAY BE FOUND: "Friendship only is indeed genuine when two friends, without speaking a word to each other, can never-the-less find happiness in being together." From Georg Ebner's "Homo Sum"

QUOTE II - "Pleasure became her torment, for the sweetest wine is repulsive when it has been tasted by impure lips." ibid.


This does not seem to bode well for the parish of which I may some day pastor:

You’re Justinian!

In the sixth century, Justinian accomplished the brief recovery of the empire’s old territory in the east, in Africa, and in the west. His victories, however, were hard won over the course of decades, and they came at a great cost in human life, not to mention taxation. Paradoxically, Justinian’s military successes probably contributed to the empire’s subsequent decline. The conquered lands were hardly secure, and many were lost in the years after his death. During his reign there was a great flowering of Byzantine culture, whose monuments remain in Istanbul (e.g., Hagia Sophia) and Ravenna. His reconstitution of Roman law, the so-called Justinian Code, is still the basis of civil law in some modern states. Justinian is venerated as a saint in the Orthodox Church.

Find out which Byzantine ruler you are at The Way of the Fathers!

H/T to Jeff.

Kevin sent this link to an article that might be worth a read.

Nothing inspirational here. I just thought this very clever.


Anonymous said...

the reflections of Fr Mayall in Chicago re the collar are great.
i wonder how our protest-ant brethren who wear a roman collar feel when they're greeted with and by the title "Father"?

Anonymous said...

and as for the 'wind' commercial, i'm not sure i want to watch it a second time.

Anonymous said...

:-) I like the first quote very much. I like the quiet that comes from sitting on a dock (or a bridge) in the sun (or the rain) with someone who feels a need to speak as little as I do. Just a smile says so much when eyes meet. Words cannot add anything to the fresh air, the sky, the sparkles on the water, the little tug on the line, the big exciting tug on the line, or to the potato salad that some saint brought along on ice.. unless they are, "Thank Y/you."

Anonymous said...

And as St. Theodora, I might've prevented the L.A. abomina.. cathedral.