Wednesday, February 24, 2016

every day is a beautiful day and life is a toll bridge
















Every Day is a Beautiful Day and Life is a Toll Bridge


A highlight, one of the best things I’ve been subscribed to (tks, Bonnie) is Anu Garg’s a.word.a.day. When the news is bad, it will be bad throughout 2016 God help us what imbecile shouts “I love uneducated people”, or the weather is bad, even bad weather is a joy from 7H, or to daimonion emerges from the shadows to stir a computer-crashing song or memory, Anu opens for a lift, both with a new Word and with a cleverly selected Thought. 

Sometimes, as for Monday, the word was especially apt, “piacular” showing up during Lent. So, theologically, in Christian theology, the sins of the world — human sins that is — nonhumans, all who didn’t eat the apple with Adam, even the serpent didn't get a taste -- are incapable of sin, a benefit of knowing not that you know not — the sins of the world are piacular, requiring atonement. And O Lamb of God that takest away the sins of the world is theologically the piacular sacrifice; indeed according to atonement theology the only one that could accomplish the work. It goes without saying, but I’ll say it anyway, that the torturous dark casuistry of rationalizing a Father God who demands justice that can be accomplished only by the sacrificial agony of the one and only Son GodMan is, to use a choice word of the Athanasian Creed, incomprehensible. But there it is, all laid out for us, and for justifying one such as a recent shooter who, having just murdered several people, said that as long as he believes in Jesus, he is saved. Whatever that means. God save us from the ignorant.

At any event, two or three bits of wisdom from Anu Garg this week. 

piacular

PRONUNCIATION:
(pie-AK-yuh-luhr)  

MEANING:
adjective: Making or requiring atonement.

Good one, and apt, but piacular is too recent in a.word.a.day for me to work it into a sermon and leave hearers impressed that I actually already had it in my vocabulary. I’ll use it next Lent.

Here’s more from Anu:

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped. -Arthur Schopenhauer, philosopher (22 Feb 1788-1860) 

Speaking for myself, the eighties are surely the closing years of life, but I’m not about to drop the mask. Old tommy wooden head still masquerading as the real boy that Pinocchio so longed to be. Pinocchio made it, tommy wooden head cannot possibly and will go to the grave wearing this mask.

Anu’s offering for Wednesday, this morning —

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY:
Come, live in my heart and pay no rent. -Samuel Lover, songwriter, composer, novelist, and artist (24 Feb 1797-1868) 

My response is that you pay no rent but you sure as hell take a toll. 

Thos+ 


Every day is a beautiful day. On this beautiful day, the sky is fairly clear, sun is out, wind is gale force, and St. Andrews Bay is beautiful whitecaps.

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