If God is the Father, Jesus the Son, and the Holy Ghost, and the Holy Ghost was the one responsible for impregnating Mary, and Jesus is the child, then God is both the lover and son of Mary.
It’s an idea ripe for memes.
Month: October 2021
Taking a Chance
I took the kiddos to the library today to get their first independent reading selections for the second quarter. The librarians came up with a clever game for the kids to play: they chose cards at random that “dared” them to get particular books.
“Get a book with a red cover.”
“Get a book by a female author.”
“Get a book from a friend’s recommendation.”
“Get a book with a one-word title.”
I talked the librarians into adding a new one: “Get a book Mr. Scott selects for you.”
For two girls I selected Ender’s Game — a science fiction masterpiece. I first read it when I was their age, and it thrilled me. What a shocking ending! I chose it for the two girls because they had never really read science fiction. “I’m more a dystopian fiction girl,” one of them said, “But I’ll give it a shot.”
Boys, Dogs, and Holes
A boy and a dog have to dig. It’s in their nature. Millions of years of evolution have implanted in them an irresistible craving to put holes in the ground Entire YouTube channels are likely devoted entirely to digging holes.
Clover digs these holes when she’s frustrated. If she’s been outside most of the day and is aware that we’re home, she wants to join us. If we don’t let her in, she digs. We open the window in the kitchen and shout down the hill, “Clover! No!” This stops her for a short time, but it’s never more than a few minutes before she starts digging again.
“You’re digging your own grave, dog,” I’ve muttered to her countless times when E and I are heading down to take out the compost, and at this point, the dog has just about gotten a whole big enough that she does indeed fit into it.
As for the Boy’s holes, they’re a different story. Occasionally he’s on a golf kick and wants to have a hole to shoot for. Never mind all he’s got are a cheap driver and iron from the thrift store. He uses them both as putters and sometimes decides he needs a hole to shoot for.
Other times, he’s building something. Tonight, he was working on a lean-to because he’d see it on his favorite YouTube channel. That involved a number of power tools and a bit of elbow grease, and we got very little of it done. But the hole — the most important part of the day — was completed.
Chimney and Date
A good bit of the afternoon I spent on the ladder, trying to figure out how water is getting into the wall in our bedroom. It’s against the chimney, so I assumed the water was leaking in through some crack somewhere.
“Some” crack is hardly the word. Once I’d cleaned off all the moss that was growing there, I saw we had multiple cracks through which water could easily seep.
In the evening, date night: sushi and a stroll around downtown. This weekend is Fall for Greenville, which meant the streets were packed. But it was a lovely, cozy evening nonetheless.
Autumnal Friday Night
It is now officially autumn for some three or so weeks. The temperature hasn’t dropped so much, but it’s been a dreary week as far as the weather goes, and we’re all tired.
There’s nothing better than some hot tea and a game of Monopoly on such an evening. Well, the Monopoly — not so much.
“Do you want to play, Mama?” E asks.
“Not really, but I will.”
I give the same answer. But we both give in and play occasionally — it’s what family does.
Volleyball and Scouts
T Comes for a Visit
One sign that you’re growing older is when a young lady comes to visit you with her boyfriend — just the two of them. No parents.
And you recall that the first time you met the young lady, she was a toddler climbing about on your living room furniture, acting completely and joyously wild.
The Boy loves such visits because he gets an audience for his performances.
No One Is Surprised
Surely no one is surprised today to see the Catholic church yet again shown to be the exact opposite of everything it claims to be. Over 200,000 victims of sexual abuse in the French Catholic church and the “Eric de Moulins-Beaufort, the head of France’s Conference of Bishops, said Tuesday that the scale of abuse outlined in the report was ‘more than we ever could have imagined,’ and asked forgiveness to ‘those who were victims of such acts'” (CNN) Asked forgiveness? How could this asshole have not known it was going on? How are we to believe that the upper echelons of the church wouldn’t know about this? Hell, the Boston Globe broke the story of Cardinal Law and the widespread sexual abuse in the Boston diocese almost twenty years ago. That was huge and it should have been the spark that engulfs all these pedophiles and assholes who cover them up, but every few years, it happens again. Next we’ll hear about Italy. Then Spain. Then Poland. And it should all be common knowledge now. These jerks should have all been behind bars for a decade now.
The film Spotlight detailing the Boston crime is six years old, and it ends with these words:
The scandalous crimes have been surfacing now literally for decades and they’re still not all out in the open.
There is only one way the church can regain any moral credibility: each and every priest, monk, nun, and non-religious employee must be fully and completely investigated at the cost of the individual diocese. The church must make the results of the investigations that turn up anything public and turn them over to the police. It will bankrupt many dioceses, but that is the price they must pay for the coverup that apparently has been going on for centuries and is continuing.
And if the people in the pews had any sense of — I don’t even know what — they would refuse to donate any money until that is done.
Zip Line
From Saturday —
the Boy went to a birthday party at a line park.
Two Days in a Row
It’s gradually cooling off, which means we might be spending more time around our fire pit.
We cooked dinner over it two nights in a row now, and I’m already thinking about what to cook next weekend.
Saturday Night
Friday Evening, Early Autumn
