Images that it is perhaps best not to use in modern sermons, no 238435.

From sermon 71 in the St Georgener Predigten in the Rieder edition (1908, MTU 10), on the joys of heaven, translation mine.

"(God) shares Himself so fully with the souls that they do not desire anything other that what they have, that is God, the highest (or: excessive) good. Now you should know that Our Lord has two breasts from which the souls in heaven suck both delight and joy: that is, His pure humanity and His lovely divinity. He moves the soul from one breast to the other: if she want milk, He gives her the breast of his humanity; if she want wine and honey, He gives her the breast of His sweet divinity. Of which the prophet has said, 'Open your mouth that you may suck your fill'."

Um, yeah. (Also, what on earth is kipper win?)

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Also, I have been persuaded to join an RPG (pen and paper) group - the game in question being Midgard, which is a German language game, and low-fantasy, and I have been spending too much time today thinking about my character, who is a pseudo-Scottish wandering monk (and not-entirely-ex-smuggler), who theoretically has a high level of magical ability, but who in practice is more likely to hit bandits or the like over the head with the nearest blunt object, because thus far the only spells he knows are healing ones.

Don't worry, I shall try to avoid regaling you with endless tales of What I Am Doing In My Adventure, because that strikes me as as dubious as telling people about dreams, but it was quite amusing that when I complained about a sore shoulder at lunch this morning (a result of lugging books about), one of my fellow players grinned and said 'that'll be the cudgel blow, then?'