Thursday, May 25, 2006
Why preach the gospel when one cannot recommend one’s parish, one’s bishop, the USCCB? Because he that believeth and is baptized shall be saved, but he that believeth not shall be damned. Do I myself believe, whom signs do not follow? Does the Lord work with me, confirming the (not my) word with signs? Maybe my sign is that I have not seen, and yet believe. Amen.
Last evening we had a salad. The croutons must have been made of rye, since they were dark.
O: Why are the croutons so dark?
ME: Because they’re croutans.
O did not laugh, but she did try not to smile.
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For several reasons, I may have fewer things to say about the parish in future. If so, the title of this blog will no longer be appropriate and I shall close this diary, possibly on Pentecost.