What, You Again?

Brother, can you spare a nut?

“Lazarus and the Rich Man” (Luke 16:19-31), Jesus’ story that is our gospel for next Sunday, returns to mind Jonathan Turley’s post “Brother, can you spare a nut?”, the wrenchingly pathetic prairie dog looking up plaintively, beseechingly -- at me. Fourteen years of my life were spent confronting him/her daily at my rectory door, knocking as steadily and persistently and unsurrenderingly as Jesus’ poor widow pestering the judge, or Jesus’ neighbor knocking at midnight after lights out, or Poe’s raven tapping, rapping. He never goes away and there’s no use napping. If 14 x 365 = more than five thousand and he knocked, rapped, gently tapped on average 1.34 times a day those fourteen years, I resignedly faced him almost seven thousand times and easily understand Dives‘ indifference.

More later, perhaps. For now, apologies for having been elsewhere. Again this morning, Anu Garg distracted me with today’s word, polysemus. Then his usage example, the Greek word pharmakon and wandering down that trail into Plato’s Phaedrus, which I’ve never read so downloaded and started reading until hearing the rapping, tapping. 

Yes, who is it?

It’s either the ebony bird or that blasted prairie dog.

It's the clock.

Bible Study with a light meal today, starts with Eucharist at 11:30 in the sanctuary at Holy Nativity, then pick the bones of Lazarus for lunch.

TW