just a taste

Veni, Sapientia

December 17? Various sources start on different dates, and I don’t remember and am certain of nothing, but according to at least one source, December 17 begins chanting the “O Antiphons” leading up to Christmas, first Sapientia. O come, thou Wisdom from on high.

Our Hymnal 1940 showed a date for each verse, but clearing out to move I’ve got books out of the house, have no idea where to find a 1940 to verify at the moment.

Sapientia, from Latin to taste, to be wise, homo sapiens, hominid who became wise by tasting. Jeepers, all the way back to Eve and Adam in the Garden tasting the forbidden fruit and becoming aware, wise, knowledgeable. I don’t know how far back into human folklore that creepy story goes, whether it dates way back beyond ancient Hebrew culture as do flood stories, but somebody at some point was entertaining the tribe around the campfire one evening explaining why, when other animals are so innocent, people are wise. Etiology that became a campfire story starring a most feared of creatures, the snake.

Go ahead, take and taste, I won't hurt you. Serpent was wise before we hominids tasted, becoming sapiential, knowing right from wrong. God could no longer whap us with a rolled up newspaper and say, no, bad earthling.

My preference this morning, engage rumors about Jim Harbaugh, worn out with the 49ers and will be ousted, but if you’ve lived in San Francisco and you’ve lived in Ann Arbor you know fog from snow, and if Harbaugh comes to college football he will disappoint by quickly returning to NFL like Bill O’Brien. All coaching is not the same, as college coaches find out by coaching pro-football a bit, getting a bellyful and coming back. Goes both ways.

Rattling on about MGoBlue, I might wish we could resign from homo sapiens, or go on to whatever the Creator has in mind for Chapter Next of hominids, seeing the horror of hatred amongst us. Taliban murdering students in Pakistan. 9/11. ISIS. Madman in the Sydney cafe. Germans stirring against Islam and who could fault them, by this time next generation Americans will wish they had too before it was too late. May next be eons of “sleeping in Jesus” until the universe ceases expanding, cools down and blinks out.

O come, Thou Wisdom, from on high,

and order all things far and nigh;

to us the path of knowledge show,

and teach us in her ways to go.

Veni, Sapientia