Unthinkable Wings

Well, I wrote my essay. It's a bit too long. (It's difficult to do 'John's understanding of the death of Jesus' in an undergrad essay, no? Though if I knew more about it, I could be more concise).

On another note: it's not the best defence of faith I've encountered, but the first half of this, in which Victoria Coren meets the Archbishop, and turns into a blithering idiot had me laughing out loud. Perhaps especially because the one time I did meet Rowan, the intelligent remark I wanted to make about his sermon evaporated. Though at least I managed to say something banal along the lines of 'thank you for the sermon, Father,', rather than blithering about watermelons.

Though it would have been funnier if I had. (Next time the situation arises, I shall try to blither about Doctor Who. At least I could expect Rowan to understand that...)

angevin2 linked me to this, saying "I saw it and thought of you."

I'd say my long-suffering flist knows me too well, but why complain when it results in such awesome-if-insane?

ETA: angevin2 also linked to the liturgical guide to Altoids(A calendar has been provided here with the hope that modern day Christians, congregations, and certain cults, especially those that enjoy liturgical coloration, may once again take up the tradition of Liturgical Altoid Consumption..

For Advent, the liturgical color is purple. Altoids previously did not come in purple, so the pinkish Cinnamon Altoid was close enough.

A more recent innovation is to switch to Raspberry for Gaudete Sunday. Some people frown on this. If you don't know what Gaudete Sunday is, you're better off just sticking with Cinnamon.

*g*

The Most Reverend and Right Honourable Phineas Angus Rody was not invited or welcomed to GAFCON as those gathered there have a watered-down version of the truth and unprepared to speak out on the full liberating biblical Anglican message of no divorce, no diaconal and lay presidency, no spousal contact during the seven days monthly impurity period, and clearly (as if it even needs mentioning) no shrimps.

Via Bishop Alan, unsurprisingly.

So I was being an acolyte at High Mass today; this involves various jobs, but most prominently carrying a processional torch, er, in procession and standing or kneeling in front of the altar with it during the Eucharistic prayer.

Except mine - we use those pseudo-candles that are actually oil lamps - kept going out. I had a box of matches, so I thought there was nothing to panic about - but then, after the peace, when we should have been filing across to the front of the altar, I realised that not only had it gone out again, but that the wick had burnt out.... After a panic-stricken and oily attempt at rescuing the situation, just had to file out with the other acolyte and kneel down.

The Gospel reading for today was the parable of the Wise and Foolish Virgins. Well, I like to think I may have brought the story alive for them....

To think people say God has no sense of humour!