How I spent my summer vacation…
1. Happy Lammas Day! Lammas, or Loaf-Mass, a festival of first fruits, isn’t in the church calendar anymore, but was held over and recontextualized from the Celtic festival of Lughnasa, marking the first day of autumn.
2. Last night, I caught a brief glimpse of Mars in its glory. Just as I thought I could resolve some surface features–surprising, given its low declination–the fog closed in. Even the waning gibbous moon was eventually lost.
3. The ribs the other day came out beautifully, but my bread technique is rusty. Am going to try again today.
Last night was short ribs with barley, made in the dutch oven.
Today’s dinner will probably feature the fingerling eggplants bought from a local farm on Sunday afternoon. Right now, I have no idea what form that will take.
4. A wren in the backyard makes a tremendous chattering fuss when anyone approaches her birdhouse, full of chicks. The marigolds are waist-high.
5. I recently heard two sermons on John’s account (Chapter 6) of the multiplication of loaves and fishes. One of them, alas, perpetuated the rationalist nonsense that Jesus “shamed people into sharing.” In other words, Jesus isn’t the Son of God, just a progressive.
The other sermon called out the nonsense, citing the specific theologians who couldn’t accept the idea of a divine Jesus–who ruled out the possibility of miracles in arbitrary fashion. Their theory doesn’t hold water.
But when all else fails, rather than admit a mistake, the enthusiasts will drop the “shame ’em into sharing” meme and run for cover behind tangents about “barley” and “poverty.” When losing an argument, non-sequitur the shit out of everybody. The point is to confuse you, leave the argument in a rebootable limbo, and stay in power.
6. There’s never a dull moment. Rainy ones, yes, but never dull.