It's Trinity Sunday and here in the far flung Missions of rural Texas we worshiped the Triune God without dividing the substance or confounding the persons.Good stuff, and I'll spare you the sermon but I did quote Benedict XVI:
The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit are one because God is love and love is an absolute life-giving force; the unity created by love is a unity greater than a purely physical unity. The Father gives everything to the Son; the Son receives everything from the Father with gratitude; and the Holy Spirit is the fruit of this mutual love of the Father and the Son.
Well said, B16, an infinitely loving communion of persons, which is infinitely better than its opposite. And to celebrate the glory of revealed truth, I'm grilling jalapeno poppers and ribs.
Blue Socialist thinks he's entitled to these, and I tell him he's not, "Because you're just a dog." The furry little Leveler replies, "But your Eminence, even the dogs get to eat the scraps which fall from the master's table." Well, you can see why the Medieval Church frowned upon the laity's access to Holy Writ.
Lollardy aside, word to the Dojo. Don't rub your eyes after prepping jalapeno poppers.
Your Pal,
LSP
10 comments:
Blue Moocher doesn't worry about the past or the future. He lives in the moment, and that moment demands proper snacks.
That fellow is salivating for jalapenos !
Best to wear gloves you can take off and throw away first. ;-)
Ah yes, a lesson learned the hard way... AND usually more than once... LOL
And that's why he's Blue....
That's wise, LL. Like the Trinity itself, Blue Eternity lives present tense, and wants TREAT. Hmmmm.
He really did, Kid. But no. Sorry dog, you get a milk bone, and that's just the way it is.
Linda, I will endeavor to take your sage advice on this in the future(s).
I hope, NFO, that I never stop, ahem, learning.
Ed, he likes fried pies too, especially cherry, ask LL, and steak. Hey, who can blame him?
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