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The Ruins of Walkenried Abbey in Winter (Carl Hasenpflug, 1843)
Toby Jones shares a beautifully moving tribute to his late father by performing a reading of Portrait of a Romantic by ASJ Tessimond
https://youtu.be/kTLi2VwWA8Q?si=kx4BKPwnKEJDGcGf
“…you are only quite a little fellow in a wide world after all!"
"Thank goodness!" said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.”
-Last lines of The Hobbit
Justin Martyr, First Apology, chapter 65:
“Having ended the prayers, we salute one another with a kiss. There is then brought to the president of the brethren bread and a cup of wine mixed with water; and he taking them gives praise and glory to the Father of the universe, through the name of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and offers thanks at considerable length for our being counted worthy to receive these things at His hands. And when he has concluded the prayers and thanksgivings, all the people present express their assent by saying Amen. And when the president has given thanks, and all the people have expressed their assent, those who are called by us deacons give to each of those present to partake of the bread and wine mixed with water over which the thanksgiving was pronounced, and to those who are absent they carry away a portion.”
The “holy kiss” (Greek: en philemati hagiō, or “kiss of love” in 1 Peter 5:14) was a prominent practice in the early Christian church, commanded five times in the New Testament as a way for believers to greet one another:
“Greet one another with a kiss of love. Peace be to you all who are in Christ.”
1 Peter 5:14 NASB2020
“Greet all the brothers and sisters with a holy kiss.”
1 Thessalonians 5:26 NASB2020
“Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the saints greet you.”
2 Corinthians 13:12-13 NASB2020
“All the brothers and sisters greet you. Greet one another with a holy kiss.”
1 Corinthians 16:20 NASB2020
“Greet one another with a holy kiss. All the churches of Christ greet you.”
Romans 16:16 NASB2020
1925-30 c. Original spelter lady lamp on an alabaster base. From The Art of Deco/Nouveau, FB.
“This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.”
I wonder if we give ourselves the grace to become the person the Lord has intended us to become? It is unfortunate that people around us rarely do. “Saying and doing unexpected things” is at the heart of all true growth. Change involves a journey of transformation. Birth, transfiguration, death and resurrection are historical and biblical events, but they are also deep processes of becoming.
Read more:
https://open.substack.com/pub/ericblauer/p/the-road-goes-ever-ever-on
This is one of the most memorable descriptions of the process of change that we go through in Christ.
I read this on Sunday in my sermon “New Year’s Revelations: the uncomfortable truth about the pursuit of self-improvement part 1.”
More than 50% of my congregation said they hadn’t read The Voyage of the Dawn Treader (book#3) from The Chronicles of Narnia. From one angle that’s beautiful, because we have so many unchurched folk. It’s also exciting for them to have such a joy ahead of them if they choose to read, but statistically, my hopes are not high.
I hope sharing this section here will wet the appetite.
https://open.substack.com/pub/ericblauer/p/the-undragoning-of-eustace-srubb
Truth from the Deuterocanonical book: The Book of Tobit:
“Never forget that the battles we face and the victories the Lord grants us become powerful tools to bring meaningful help to those we love.”
Read more:
https://open.substack.com/pub/ericblauer/p/seize-the-fish
Reflections on the visceral art of Alice Neel
Once a brother had been caught in a particular sin, and the abbot asked St. Moses the black to come to the church and render judgment. He came reluctantly, carrying on his back a leaking bag of sand. When he arrived, the brothers asked him why he was carrying such a thing. He simply said, “This sand is my sins which are trailing out behind me, while I go to judge the sins of another.” At that reply, the brothers forgave the offender and returned to focusing on their own salvation rather than the sins of their brother.
[my drawing: colored pencil and pen]
A Christmas reflection on the Mother of our Lord
https://open.substack.com/pub/ericblauer/p/musings-on-mother-mary
“Being happy is not so important as having a jolly time. Philosophers are happy; saints have a jolly time. The important thing in life is not to keep a steady system of pleasure and composure (which can be done quite well by hardening one’s heart or thickening one’s head), but to keep alive in oneself the immortal power of astonishment and laughter, and a kind of young reverence. This is why religion always insists on special days like Christmas, while philosophy always tends to despise them. Religion is interested not in whether a man is happy, but whether he is still alive, whether he can still react in a normal way to new things, whether he blinks in a blinding light or laughs when he is tickled. That is the best of Christmas, that it is a startling and disturbing happiness; it is an uncomfortable comfort.” -G.K. Chesterton in THE ILLUSTRATED LONDON NEWS (1907)
In 1783, King George III asked an American painter what George Washington would do now that he had virtually won the war. The painter replied that the General intended to return to his farm in Virginia. The King was stunned. He reportedly said, "If he does that, he will be the greatest man in the world."
Throughout history, victorious generals almost always seized the throne. From Caesar to Cromwell, military success usually meant political dictatorship. The concept of voluntarily walking away from absolute power was practically unheard of.
But George Washington wasn't like other men.
By December 4, 1783, the British surrender at Yorktown was past, and peace was finally assured. Washington commanded a powerful, seasoned army that adored him. Conversely, many of his officers were unpaid and angry at the inefficient Congress. They had the guns, the manpower, and the loyalty to install a new monarch.
He could have been King George I of America.
Instead, on this day in history, Washington walked into the Long Room at Fraunces Tavern in lower Manhattan. The room was filled with his most loyal officers—men like Henry Knox and Baron von Steuben—who had frozen with him at Valley Forge and bled with him for eight long years.
The atmosphere wasn't celebratory. It was heavy with inevitable separation. Washington, usually stoic and commercially reserved, poured a glass of wine and looked at his brothers-in-arms with visible emotion.
"With a heart full of love and gratitude, I now take leave of you," he said, his voice shaking. "I most devoutly wish that your latter days may be as prosperous and happy as your former ones have been glorious and honorable."
He didn't order them. He didn't demand their allegiance. He hugged them.
One by one, the hardened soldiers wept openly. Washington embraced each man in silence. There was no pomp, no ceremony, and no speeches about future conquests. It was just a quiet goodbye between warriors who had done the impossible.
Immediately after leaving the tavern, Washington didn't march on Congress to demand payment or power. He rode to Annapolis, Maryland, resigned his commission, and went home to Mount Vernon to plant crops.
He did the impossible.
He refused the crown.
He trusted the people.
By stepping down, he ensured that the United States would be a republic ruled by laws, not a kingdom ruled by force. He proved that the military serves the people, not the other way around. It was the final, and perhaps greatest, victory of the Revolution.
The world watched in awe as the American Cincinnatus returned his sword to its sheath, proving that character is the strongest constitution of all.
If you are in Lower Manhattan stop in to Fraunces Tavern, as I did, for dinner and a drink. Order from the 1783 menu and have the same foods and ales from the original Tavern recipes. CONNECT WITH HISTORY.
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Robert Farrar Capon, The Supper of the Lamb: A Culinary Reflection
“O Lord, refresh our sensibilities. Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in, and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with, and casseroles that put starch and substance in our limp modernity. Take away our fear of fat and make us glad of the oil which ran upon Aaron's beard. Give us pasta with a hundred fillings, and rice in a thousand variations. Above all, give us grace to live as true men - to fast till we come to a refreshed sense of what we have and then to dine gratefully on all that comes to hand. Drive far from us, O Most Bountiful, all creatures of air and darkness; cast out the demons that possess us; deliver us from the fear of calories and the bondage of nutrition; and set us free once more in our own land, where we shall serve Thee as Thou hast blessed us - with the dew of heaven, the fatness of the earth, and plenty of corn and wine. Amen.”
[Shaun Thompson Duffy, South Perry District bakery, the Grain Shed. photo: Young Kwak]
The Census at Bethlehem, Pieter Brueghel the Younger