Spring Come Quick… It’s Too Cold

Land of the land locked. We, with the loving in our brows_ Wind.
Under the milkwood with the dylan, bringing out the outlanders.
And address_ from where we have been. no matter how_ To get back to when.
And if it seems I am un-sorted_ you would be correct. I am a mapless face of fortune.
Finding the life’s blood of wonder…seeking heartfelt enterprise.
Delicious.
The surprise of the night is that I am here at all.
As you know I have been away_awhile and yet, I was just on the shelf, unused to getting_…trying to be_ Easy_ on myself.

It is very hard sometimes to be easy with oneself. You get to a point of departure, and it seems the time is now, but what has been_ has been_ Only an exercise, and what’s more it is piper’s dross.
‘Only spun gold’

Believe it_ I am connected to this venture we all share. I am not trying to point that out. We are obvious consequences of our intersecting lines. In the suspension of devices, the sea lanes are wide. Where do we go from here? I was for a time just outside…suspended from real enterprise. I want to write off_
the off-side of the obvious map.

In the On/Position of positing my feel for the notion that I am just a man,.. a silly man,..possibly ‘a girl’. An artful wondermug_
All_ opening_ outwardly into the magic design of a language which escapes description.

Why would I presume to offend the senses of one… or anyone, who might read. It is hard enough_ to be dull. I cannot go there anymore. Lose everything to gain_ the well of worths, well-founded.

Did I ever say I am wishing you_ every hope and well loved thought you have ever held.

Oh! By the way_ Merry Christmas John, and I mean that from all_the intersecting lines of all of the wonderful times this has all been.

I should probably try to get back to the family evening and not be such a bore. I worked today. And all went swimmingly…and the citizens,,,where I work loved the Christmas revels of our enterprise.
Together we created time suspending wonders and delights.

I do take that as my charge to do the obvious deadpan drop dead gorgeous funniest damn things I can think of to get the ball rolling down the lane. Keeping the wheel of time ahead of me. Of course…I am not the only one, but it is by subtle surprise that we derive our true note.

John, I am out there_ in a way, that is not exactly clear, but it is my new dimension, because for this one night all the ruts are clear…I go this way or it ends right here, So you are watching something of what has been missing. No devices or artifacts or practiced pacing.

I took note of your attached detachment and it is well that you know thyself in welling the wounds- Of this dark side. The world again remains a wondrous enterprise, and I look forward to many more glowing occasions.

So, let’s take this up tomorrow. Know that I love ‘knowing’ that I trust your heart for all of the love you have spent.
What you have done here in this small corner of the Universe is
availible and ready for all who find the directions to their true heart. I keep trying to avail my brow to the terms in door.

To drink of this well is to find the succor of true experience and the contemplation of practical means_ to correct and afford the true body.

So to everyone, who is here _Rosie, Azron, Hope, and John_
You are amazing and I love that I even found something I was truly looking for.

Some perfectly_totally rendered sacrifice. You all give the greatest test of your eyes. You have come_To love your life.
I am glad you have been here at John’s and everywhere else in this life. Merry Christmas to all, and Good night! TR

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by trust the rust (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 12:23 AM   (del)




Merry Christmas, Rosie. I saw your comment at John’s, and was moved, and I continued along the lane_ you were on…are on.

There is something very cosmic_ about all of this. Something eventual…Necessary.
Sublime…love you_TR

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by trust the rust (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 12:32 AM   (del)




That’s not meaning_ I leave out the wonderfulness of Bella or Azron or Hope or anyone. Merry Christmas to all. TR |<   <<   >>   >|

by trust the rust (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 12:35 AM   (del)




Merry Christmas, TR. I’d been hoping to have the opportunity to say that. A Child’s Christmas in Wales is appropriate reading – you have reminded me. I might just do that today. Should I visit Dad today or next week? I’ll have to decide as I am working which it shall be. There is a hole in the house at the moment – another chapter in the remodeling that began before time. Perhaps today won’t be convenient. This post wasn’t very Christmassy I think, but the season does give a bit of extra octane to my reflections. And the other day I heard a radio commercial – an older woman (by the sound of the voice) saying, “I never thought I’d see the day…” when Mr. Obama was elected; this leading into an offer for a video copy of a speech the advertiser is selling. And I wondered: “never thought I’d see the day” seems a touch over-the-top to describe a person’s feelings who two years ago could not even have known who Mr. Obama is. So I wondered this aloud to one of my customers who explained to me the sentiment in the commercial is referring to the fact that he is black. This made my mood black, for I sometimes forget people really are that shallow. I begin to have some love for them, but every time I listen to the radio or look at a newspaper headline the best I can muster isn’t love but pity. Are people really that stupid? Yes comes the answer, and so, snapping on the tail of that reminder of my neighbors’ profound lack of humanity comes this post. I apologize for its less than festive tone, for I ought to be reveling in the Birth of Our Lord with bells on my toes. But the good news is that I am almost done downloading every old radio program I can find to bring with me to Cooper Road in the spring. I will have media there for my entertainment, Jack Benny and George and Gracie, Fred Allen, Mel Blanc. I have also amassed much of the Looney Tunes library from the 1940’s to view on my monitor or TV screen. It will truly be a place devoted to restoration from the horrors of the day. It occurs to me that I could buy a laptop and continue to communicate with you (all of you) from my coffee shop. I don’t care for laptops generally. They burn up too fast – inadequate ventilation – and are made to be disposable like so many other inventions of this Dark Age, but a tool is to be used when it has a use, put aside when there is no use for it. Perhaps this summer I will host a large party. We’ll roast a pig and do some shooting on Squabbler’s Mountain. I’ll invite every Pioneer for miles around to terrify my upper-crust neighbors. How does that sound? Can you come here all the way from Washington? Can Ron and June come all the way from Arizona or New Mexico, or wherever they are? Can Rosie come all the way from the land of counter-clockwise flushes? We shall see…

Well, Merry Christmas!

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 7:45 AM




Hi Ron. I might have added “in defence of it (life)” to that sentence, though in context it is implied. This was a Chesterton observation, of course, from “Orthodoxy.” But I dare say there is more courage around than may appear to be the case when one’s only source of information, or one’s only window on the world, is the goofy grape media. I spoke by telephone with my cousin yesterday, retired now, but having done three tours in Iraq. I am reminded of the courage of this extraordinary group of people worthy to be called people – the guardians of our liberty and defenders of our hopes, our brave men at arms. There is reason to be grateful to them for it is only because of their sacrifice that we are able to have this conversation today. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 7:54 AM




Merry Christmas, Rosie. I just invited you over to my new place in my comment reply to TR.

Yes, you’re right: the do’s outnumber the don’ts, in fact. And the don’ts are really suggestive of do’s themselves. It is good to know what one cannot do – liberating – for everything else is then doable. That’s a good personal understanding of the Commandment you have written here.

The other night I was speaking with a lady who is very resentful of the Church in history, bringing up the usual litany of the faults of men and the atrocities committed in the name of God and country. But to that I said that right now, this minute, terrible things are happening in the world and great injustices are being perpetrated; does it therefore follow that the good time we are having here together, the love and fellowship, are nullified and void? No, of course not. There is always goodness occurring, not in spite of the bad but concurrent with it. Goodness is the state of nature. It is evil that is laid over it like a veneer. So, this lady had chosen, because of her resentment, to see only the bad. Oh I may do a post on this.

In the meantime, Happy Christmas once again, Rosie. It’s also good to see TR here, and POH. Goodness, it’s old home week at the White Lodge.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 8:10 AM




Merry Christmas, POH. It was a quiet day – just as I like ’em. I was unmolested, free to read. In the morning I visited with my children for a few hours. Now I must walk Mrs. Uppington and head to Rhubarb Valley to earn a dollar or two. No one is really uncomplicated, but it is a sign of virtue to appear to be that way inasmuch as it demonstrates peace of mind and sobriety of thought. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 8:15 AM




Merry Christmas, Bella. I once wrote a short story called “The Genuine Article” about a man who sells his soul to the devil (who looks like Fred Astaire in the tale) for the opportunity to bed a lady whom he sees as “the genuine article.” Turns out she wears blue colored contact lenses. Well… in reality our imperfections are also beautiful. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 8:18 AM




Thank you, John,

yes the courage of the men and women who defend our country and our streets and homes should never be underestimated!

ron

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by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 9:12 AM




You were unmolested? Is that how you see intrusion into your seclusions, John?

Ahhh, not to worry…… POH is a little more introspective these days too. That is not neccessarily a good thing. Too many thoughts create chaos, don’t they?

Did you see my new bed? It’s on the second page of my blog now. It’s a pretty bed, John. A four poster with a new mattress. Twin size. I’m sleeping better than I have for many years. There’s a message there somewhere. It’s still a pretty bed.

Laptops burn out quicker? Hmmmm……I’ll have to take that under advisement. I love ’em. So much more comfy to blog in the lazy boy, ya know? 

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by prisonerofhope (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 8:15 PM




I wish you a happy and joyous new year, John, I just loved your last posting, glad in your tidings.

I have been away for awhile in another state and when I returned, the whirlwind of farm life, sometimes overwhelming in severe weather inundating me, but here I am. We humans are quite strong beings. I often give my horses the credit of being wild gentle giants, who we have sucessfully domesticated and who now have highly domesticated needs. How ironic. If we just left them alone they would be quite fine out in the wild, but we have the need to pen them in and try to provide them with adequate feed, regardless of weather conditions, blizzard, storms, etc.

Leave a human to himself, he too would be just fine but the world had already taken him by the nose and whirled him around every possible control it can fenagle. You are so correct in the disconnection to media. It serves one purpose to dispose dribble.

I much respect your views and hope that a new world home brings you hope and respect to the natural lives we were meant to live.

Happy New Year, John.

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by n. lynn (PM , CC ) on Friday December 26, 2008 @ 9:57 PM




When I was 17 and a senior in high school, my boyfriend was in Viet Nam. When my social life required an escort I was squired by his brother. The brother was destined for the priesthood and considered a suitable person to oversee my chasteness.

The boyfriend returned, impregnated another gal and married her. Last I heard he was on number 4 or quite possibly 5. Lets just say I wasn’t the only 17 year old sitting home waiting for his return. The brother began his priestly education in a seminary and 6 months later quit. He’s now an earth science teacher, with a wife. Quite happily involved in writing programs for the Children’s Museum in Utica. He also stages and directs the plays the schoolchildren put on.

The brother never really had a true calling. I’ve often thought that he created his calling in his own mind to escape from the possibility of rejection. If one says that they are destined for the priesthood then one can get out of asking girls for a date and getting told no. Given that it was known in the family that my boyfriend wasn’t the most honest young man, there also was the possibility of Mama liking the brother better. He was a good boy, “he’s going to be a priest.” Then too, life can be painful and someone destined for the priesthood can excuse his desire not to participate in that pain by saying he had a calling.

All is never what it appears to be and living isn’t for the faint of heart. Your possible new place is an excellent alternative for someone who is unable to commit to the monastic life. The world is, was and will always be less than perfect. Some of us just get through it in our own quiet but persistent way. Maybe not successfully all the time, but at least we try.

Sherry

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by Sherry’sCherries (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 7:54 AM




Dad drove a delivery truck in 1940-something, Sherry, with no passenger seat, but often his companion, the “prettiest girl in school,” would endure sitting where a seat would have been upon a milkcrate in order to be with him. Later, he would realize (and he probably had more than an inkling then) that she was in love with him. But he was discerning his vocation and enrolled in seminary. Perhaps he was a challenge to her? He thinks not, now looking back on it. Although other girls tried to dissuade him just for the sake of being able to say they had the power to do so, this particular young lady seemed quite sincere. Well, he did go to seminary for a few years, but eventually he met my Mom. He now says the seminary was no mistaken calling, that he did indeed belong there, for God was saving him for Mom – and saving him from the clutches of others until such time as they might be met together. Mysterious ways? It is certainly possible. He certainly had a true calling. Marriage is no less a calling than the priesthood or any other religious life; this was the path he took towards his, and I am, happily for the sake of the world, the magnificent result.

Of course it is true what you say: many men and women, in prior generations especially, sought Holy Orders to be rid of the world. Countless men, for instance, sought the priesthood as a refuge from their same-sex attraction, as we know. In earlier times it was far more likely that they would have remained in their vocations however disingenuous their calling may have been then seems to be the case today when many leave after a time, yet God will have His way with us no matter how imperfectly we treat Him, and even those who entered for the “wrong” reasons had the aid of Grace. The far more numerous stories of those imperfect men who became good priests are never told in our world which has such a taste for tragedy, horror, and scandal. It’s small wonder we have such need of mind-altering substances and pain relievers, we who willingly bring horror into our minds and inflict upon ourselves so much painful injury.

But, out of all of the wonders the world offers, so many more are truly wondrous than are despicable. They are not often spoken of – or, not often enough. In this era which glorifies the concept of “alternative lifestyle” yet with a much more narrow definition of what that is than was ever dreamt of by a traditionalist, it seems very appropriate to consider one that leads to becoming a better person, and if by cutting out the noise of the madding crowd that can be accomplished so much the better. The world needs better people. Those who stay in monasteries and pray – because they pray – do something infinitely more powerful for the world than any general, doctor, or politician can do, for the good efforts of the latter come to nothing without the Divine Hand to guide them.

Not every good person looks at the world with the same distaste that I do; this makes them no less good. But my exaggerrated sensitivity may be an indication that my path is supposed to be a little different – for what purpose we may or may not know. It is enough for me to know that it has one. If striving after the good brought me elsewhere I would go elsewhere. As it happens, this seems to be the next indicated step. Perhaps through my writing I’m being asked to say something important. It hasn’t happened yet, but if that’s the case, it will. In the meantime, practice, practice, practice…

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 2:31 PM




n.lynn, you are a gadfly, popping across state lines with such ease. Every now and then I consider ditching the whole house idea and just buying a little Rialta RV and go round visiting all of you who visit me electronically here. Ah yes – “natural lives we were meant to live.” Not to make light of your meaning, but yes it will be feasible to go for several days without clothing, and that is definately a plus. But you mean more than that, I know. There is far much more of Nature in this world than was ever know to a television screen. I don’t envision being alone, however. Although I seem to crave an awful lot more solitude than many, no man is an island – (and that would include the man who sits by himself all day long reading Merton) – and even though it may not seem I need people right at this time, there will always be people who will need me.

My purely selfish desire, of course, is to be able to have a summer fire. But what fun would that be without a friend or two?

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 2:44 PM




Unmolested, yes. I am reading a Daphne DeMaurier novel that uses the word just as I have done, without the sexual assualt connation. Style affects my writing easily, as do quaint out-of-date definitions.

Yes, POH, I had heard from a friend years ago that there isn’t room in a laptop for an adequate fan system. It left an impression with me, for I had reason to respect his opinion. They are much more frequently to be found in repair shops I have known – usually to replace fried motherboards – but that’s admittedly anecdotal, and it may simply mean that there are more laptops about these days than PC’s. My own PC contains three internal fans and a thermostat shut-down feature to protect the circuitry. In addition I have installed a fan behind it, (as I despise air-conditioning), for particularly hot days. And, speaking of which, I wouldn’t mind living to see one right about now.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 2:54 PM




Have you considered that the purpose of your writing is that of true self revelation?

Sherry

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by Sherry’sCherries (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 3:04 PM




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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 4:50 PM




There appears to be a lot of thinking going on here. I tend to distrust too much thinking. I won’t say I’m not prone to it myself, because I am. But those are the times I have come to mistrust my conclusions the most.

I tend to vote against isolation and withdrawal, except for brief periods of renewal. It’s no where to live a human life.

Think less, feel more, get more involved with other people.

My advise is free, by the way, and that is maybe what it is worth.

But its the only Christmas gift I have to offer.

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by Anexplorer (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 6:18 PM




You are right about the inadequate fan system, John, however for convenience and pirating free wireless it can’t be beat. Let’s face it, where would I have been the past two years if I had been limited to the desk top? Certainly not over at The White Lodge harassing you at all hours of the day and night….I can tell you THAT right now.

I found that the main problem with the Dell I had wasn’t the fan, it was the cord. They are made, or rather the port is made to self-destruct within 18 to 24 mos. The Mac, on the other hand, which is what I have now, has a magnetic cord which is much more reliable.

Gotta love reliability……otherwise I would be completely lost without contact to the world. We can’t be having THAT now, can we????? 

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by prisonerofhope (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 9:45 PM




John,

you wrote, ” I unplug myself to be in full communion”

this is one of the paradoxes of the spiritual life – to come apart to be with.

My abiity to attend to the Other is enhanced when I am distant from others. When I reenter the realm of others after being apart with the Other, I am able to attend more fully to others.

ron

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by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 9:57 PM




John,

I must complete the circle –

Having attended to the others, I take leave to enter the realm of the Other to find my communion is richer and deeper.

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by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Saturday December 27, 2008 @ 10:05 PM




So… is Copper Road a new blog or just a new blog writer’s location? I’m kind of all excited now about your new adventure! Have fun John. If for no other reason but that… you can. Happy New Year! |<   <<   >>   >|

by Rosie (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 6:38 AM




Hi Anexplorer. Not even death provides a respite from thought. I am acquainted with meditation masters who say they can still their thoughts but what they are really doing is substituting calming thoughts for stimulating thoughts. There is never too much thought, provided it is true, but by changing the type of thoughts we are thinking there is great benefit to be realized, particularly if our thoughts are troubling us.

As for isolation and withdrawal, it’s not for everybody. My desire for isolation is temporary. It comes upon me at times, and I’ve never been any the worse for it, but it ends eventually and I seek out company once more. I have a close friend who it seems cannot bear to be alone for even a moment. We individuals make our way through life as we will. This is more properly about renunciation. I agree with von Hugel that the daily practice of Christianity is – among other things – a practice of austerity and renunciation.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 8:43 AM




That’s the road it’s on, Rosie. The White Lodge isn’t a physical location but the inside of my mind, so it goes where I go, and everything in the universe fits into it. It’s kinda like the TARDIS on Doctor Who – bigger on the inside than it is on the outside.

Yes – Happy New Year, my friend.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 8:47 AM




Well, I think this goes to the bit about the General overlooking the battlefield, Ron. The General stands apart, but he is able to see much more than the man in the field can see. My Mom taught me to count to ten before reacting in anger. The principle is known to the meditation masters I mentioned in my reply to Anexplorer, and I think to an extent known to all of us, at least intuitively: a truth which is certain in the clean air of the abstract can be darned difficult to discern down in the mud. If we are to be of help to others we are better enabled to do so if we avail ourselves of this principle. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 8:56 AM




Oh, more fan mail…

One day I hope to be wealthy enough to afford a Mac, POH. I used them exclusively in my former life in the printing business, and I like them well.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 9:02 AM




Personally, I think Jesus is the model here. As the Gospel records, “he came apart for awhile’.

The rhythms of human and divine engagement must be kept if one is to be any earthly good. I believe this also stands true for understanding the big picture.

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by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 9:12 AM




Quite so, Ron. I think of the relationship of the Church to the world – in it but not of it, which is like Jesus. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 9:28 AM




I don’t know about that one Ron and John. The Church is the vehicle that Jesus travels in. The vehicle must be in the world and our flesh is (indeed) of the world. The only thing that isn’t of this world is the part of us that has relationship with Holy Spirit i think. Like Jesus – son of God AND son of man – all at the same time. We are made in Their image.

I’m off to my mum and dads today. Have a great week and an even greater New Year! Cheers…

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by Rosie (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 7:34 PM




Oh the irony, John………implying that poor girl POH, who has been on Food Stamps in three states in the past eight months is wealthy because she has a Mac Laptop. *see POH smirk*

After living in my car in the cold recently I have been brought low to the point where I will never think more of myself than I ought for the rest of my life. I have also gained a great aversion to spending money now. As I walk through a shopping center with the man I care for he tells me to buy what I want and he will pay for it. I can’t. It all looks like crap to me now. Just a bunch of crap that means less than nothing.

My laptop, on the other hand, has taken on increased importance. It is my connection to the world. Even when I was in my car, alone with no place to go and no one would take me in, I could connect with the world outside a local motel (that I could not afford) or restaurant that had open wi-fi for it’s customers. It kept me company when none could be found for me. I can live on the clothes I now possess for the rest of my life……if my laptop goes, I will spend what it takes to replace it. The irony is that ten years ago I didn’t even have e-mail. Crazy, huh?

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by prisonerofhope (PM , CC ) on Sunday December 28, 2008 @ 8:03 PM




I can’t speak for Ron, Rosie, but Jesus left us with no teachings, no philosophy, no body of writings, in fact nothing upon which to base a religion distinct from Judaism – much less an entire civilization. Historians can’t even agree that such a person as Jesus ever existed. The Gospels were written years after He is said to have lived by people whose word we are asked to believe – people who probably weren’t even there to witness the supposed events they are writing about. Everything we attribute to Jesus by way of teachings may simply be no more than the teaching of Matthew (whoever he might of been), of Mark (probably a Roman), of Luke (a Greek physician, apparently), and of John, (possibly a late First Century bishop). Acts is attributed to Luke. Then there are the epistles. St. Paul we know a little bit more about. The New Testament was written by none other than the First Century Church. Jesus left us with nothing except that Church, and without that Church no one would know a thing about Jesus. But moreover, He gave those first apostles His authority, as well as the power to appoint others.

When we look at the Church today we are looking at an impossibility, a paradox, and a miracle. No institution in history, no empire, no nation has ever lasted as long or had such a role to play in the continuing human story. It’s a bit mind-blowing when you think of it that way. So, the Church – if we are to believe the words of Jesus and the evidence of our own senses – is more than merely a vehicle; it is the Body of Christ on earth. Every single thing we know – or think we know – about Jesus comes from no other source but His Church, the one and only thing He left us.

Where we tend to get mixed-up on the matter is in thinking that because Jesus is perfect it must follow that Peter is perfect too. We know for certain that he isn’t; even that he denied God three times in His time of greatest need. The others scattered – ran away and hid. Apparently, only one of the apostles had the courage to join the Queen Mother at the foot of the cross where hung the Davidic King. Why, one wonders, did Jesus build His Church upon such imperfect men? When we look at the Church in history we can plainly see the frailties of men continue to be on full display. It seems that then, as now, we are by nature unworthy of it. And we say, quoting a Roman Centurian, “Lord, I am not worthy to receive You, but only say the word and I shall be healed.” But, despite our obvious imperfections, John 3:16, the Love of God continues eternally in the mystical and physical form of the Son He gave us; His authority and His Body present only in His Church – assuming we believe what Christ Himself told us, or at least what the Church tells us He told us, in the Gospels.

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by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Monday December 29, 2008 @ 7:05 AM




That was an inference, POH, not an implication, but no matter. I’m sorry for your troubles. Better times are ahead. In the meantime, you have a sweet computer, and apparently you know the value of it, and are grateful. I once had a co-worker whose favorite saying was “Some people have more money than brains!” To him I replied, “Where does that leave us then, having neither?” |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Monday December 29, 2008 @ 7:16 AM




Yes John. I actually agree in my (simple) understanding of what you said. My body is simply a vehicle that i get about in too. We’d be in a bit of a mess with out our skin and bones i guess. Ewww!

Personally – I like faces and i like getting about. I guess that’s why its so important to look after the body we have – be it our own physical selves or Christ’s church… or for that matter… the earth.

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by Rosie (PM , CC ) on Tuesday December 30, 2008 @ 7:34 PM




Rosie,

I just saw your comment at John’s blog – I agree with you – there is a reason the church is called the Body of Christ. Followers of the Christ are his body – physical presence – in the world. The world comes to know Jesus through our physical presence.

In this way Christianity is a very material religion. It is not anti-matter or anti-body. God by his Spirit resides in human bodies.

ron

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by AZRON (PM , CC ) on Tuesday December 30, 2008 @ 8:42 PM




Well, I think we are but creations of the Creator, Rosie. No matter what we do with our bodies they will die. No matter what we do on the Earth it will change. The promise of Christ – and fulfilling the Father’s covenants with Jacob, with David, and so on – is that He alone is triumphant over death; triumphant over Nature itself. Arguably, life is everlasting, but only through Christ is life eternal. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Wednesday December 31, 2008 @ 7:39 AM




I’m eavesdropping on your comment to Rosie, Ron – but when I learned that the Hebrews were divided over the matter of the Resurrection it helped to enlarge my understanding of the significance of the Incarnation. To the Hebrews as well, though God is spiritual, there was a quite physical body of laws and quite physical variety of acroutrements involved in the process of worship, far more than is the case today. We know that even among the Jews who didn’t believe in the Resurrection there was a very advanced notion of life continuing in the form of ancestry, hence Matthew’s geneaology of the 14’s to prove Christ’s Davidic inheritance. The Incarnation is the climax of the story of the Hebrews. It began in Genesis, as John so poetically tells us. And its logic is perfect. My point is, the more I learn about the Old Testament, and the People of God, their beliefs, their way of life, the more I understand my own faith today – where it came from, and why it is the way it is. |<   <<   >>   >|

by John, the Squabbler (PM , CC ) on Wednesday December 31, 2008 @ 8:03 AM




John, I know there are more ways to peel the onion, but, well said, and in part_ it is only a piece before what came after. Reading through and to everyone. I cannot hold what I am experiencing reading this for more than a few, but overall, I know I am observing truthful and compelling utterances. Thank you…goodnight TR |<   <<   >>   >|

by trust the rust (PM , CC ) on Saturday January 3, 2009 @ 3:18 AM
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