Trinity Sunday

 

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

Independence Day

Have a happy 4th of July as you celebrate our freedom from the tyranny of England and the establishment of a "new form of government in which the people are sovereign." Are they still, or is some other force in power? 

Speaking of which, since when did it become fascist to say that a nation should have borders, or to put it another way, that a nation should be a nation? From the time the left decided to buy votes with immigration? Good plan. Erode the culture you hate and despise while boosting your constituency with a massive ethnic influx.

Regardless, my plan is simple. Buy a few racks of ribs and cook them, low and slow, in honor of the Declaration of Independence. And then eat them.

Like a Sovereign,

LSP