Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
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There was a harlot named Thais, so beautiful that for her sake many people impoverished themselves. Her lovers used always to be quarrelling, and several young men spilt their blood on her doorstep.

When Abba Paphnutius heard of it, he took a secular dress and a gold shilling, and set out to see her in one of the cities of Egypt. He gave her his gold shilling for the price of her sin; she accepted it, and said: "Let us go into the house." As he was about to lie on the bed, which was strewn with costly coverlets, he beckoned her and said: "If there is an inner room, let us go into it." She said: "There is an inner room. But if you are frightened of men, no one comes into this outer room. If you are frightened of God, you cannot escape his eye anywhere." To this the old man said: "Do you know about God?" She answered: "I know about God, and the kingdom of the next world, and the future torment for sinners." He said: "If you know this, why have you destroyed so many souls, and therefore will have to give account for theirs as well as your own?"

When Thais heard this, she fell down at Paphnutius' feet, weeping: and said: "Lay a penance upon me, father. I trust with your prayers to win forgiveness. Let me have three hours' grace, and I will come wherever you command and do whatever you tell me." When Abba Paphnutius had appointed her a place to meet, she collected all the presents she had won by her sins. She took them into the city square and publicly burnt them, crying: "Come, all you people who have sinned with me, see how I am burning your presents." The value of the pile was forty pounds.

When she had burnt it all, she went to the appointed place. He found for her a hermitage for maidens, and put her in a little cell. He sealed the door, and left a little window through which she could receive food, and told the sisters of the convent to bring her a little bread and water every day. When Paphnutius had sealed the door and was going away, Thais said to him: "Where, father, would you have me pour my water?" And he said: "In the cell, you are worthy." Then she asked him how to pray to God. He said: "You are not worthy to have God's name on your lips, nor to stretch out your hands towards heaven; for your lips are full of wickedness and your hands polluted. You must simply sit down, look towards the east, and say this prayer again and again: 'Thou who hast fashioned me, have mercy upon me.'"

After she had been shut there for three years, Abba Paphnutius was moved with sympathy, and went to see Abba Antony, to ask him whether God had forgiven her sins or not. Abba Antony, learning all the circumstances, summoned his disciples and told them to watch all night, and persevere in earnest prayer that God would declare to one of them the answer for which Abba Paphnutius had come. They all went apart, and prayed continually: and Abba Paul, the chief disciple of Saint Antony, suddenly saw a bed in heaven covered with precious coverlets, and guarded by three maidens whose faces shone. Paul said to himself: "This is the gift of none but my father Antony." And a voice came to him: "It is not the gift of your father Antony, but of the harlot Thais."

Abba Paul told what he had seen: and Abba Paphnutius recognized the will of God, returned to the hermitage where Thais was shut, and broke the seals on the door. She asked him to let her stay shut in. But he opened the door, and said: "Come out, for God has forgiven your sins." She answered: "I call God to witness that from the time I came here I have kept my sins in my mind's eye like a burden, and I have kept weeping at the sight of them." Abba Paphnutius said: "God has forgiven you, not for your penitence, but because you always kept in your mind the thought of your sins." And he brought her out: and she lived for only fifteen days, and died in peace.
This looks interesting:

THE ROOTS OF EVERYTHING
Dr. Zachary Porcu
MONDAY
4 PM ET/3 PM CT
American Religion, Ep.1: Founding Fathers • Is the United States a Christian nation? While the colonies mostly consisted of Protestants fleeing the European wars of religion, the answer is complicated by the strange new beliefs of many of these groups and the occult religious interests of the Enlightenment thinkers.  
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
This looks interesting: THE ROOTS OF EVERYTHING Dr. Zachary Porcu MONDAY 4 PM ET/3 PM CT American Religion, Ep.1: Founding Fathers • Is the United States a Christian nation? While the colonies mostly consisted of Protestants fleeing the European wars of religion…
Good opening. Argues that the founding documents aren't distinctly Christian, that the only one arguably so is the Declaration. But even the Declaration has these values of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." But even these seem to be anti-Christian. "Liberty" is understood as the ability to do what you want, whereas the Christian understanding of a true liberty would be solely the freedom to become more like Christ, to better oneself and to do the good. None of these documents declare their loyalty, or that of the government or of the people, to Christ, nor the intention of the government to make its people good. They are not Christian. Will have to listen to the whole thing later when it's out.
From Lon Emerick's Going Back to Central:

"I must confess I did entertain the notion of being a snowbird at one time. A restless peregrination around the nation in a box of metal and glass held little appeal, but I did think it might be pleasant to spend winters in Arizona. After teaching for a semester at Northern Arizona University in Flagstaff, I became fascinated with the southwest: the blend of Native, Hispanic and Anglo cultures, the intriguing feel of the desert, the red rock country, the vast forests of ponderosa pines. So one year after I retired from teaching, with some reluctance on the part of my wife, we spent a month in Prescott.

Prescott is located in north central Arizona. A small town—at least it was before being recognized in a national magazine as the place to retire—it is situated in the Bradshaw Mountains surrounded by the Prescott National Forest. It has a beautiful city square, streets lined with historic homes and, most important to us, many opportunities to wander. Close to the Grand Canyon, the red rock canyons of Sedona and the Sonoran desert, it should have been an idyllic respite. But I soon became disenchanted and melancholy.

Instead of Lynn and Lon in our home place, where we know and are known, we had joined the flock of mature individuals cluttering up the town. Most of our con­versations with longtime residents began with the nervous inquiry: “Are you planning to move here?" Even in local stores we noted posters which read: “If the person in the car ahead of you is elderly, and so is the driver in the car behind you, you must be in Prescott.” Lynn and I found ourselves making pre-emptive strikes in our encounters with locals, telling everyone we met that we were not moving to Prescott.

Have you ever noted that, when several members of one particular age group are clustered together, the worst behavioral traits seem to emerge? The situation becomes what social psychologists call a “behavioral sink.” Whenever we went to restaurants, especially during the “early bird” hours, we overheard groups of retirees talking about medications, surgery, arthritis, even serious discussions of irregularity. Lamenting the untoward behavior of young people today and reviewing financial matters were also frequent topics of conversation. But the thing that got to me most of all was the way many people spent their days. Lacking any meaning­ful connection to the local community, many of our age cohorts resorted to filling their days with “planned activities.” It seemed to me that many of the snowbirds were simply perched in Prescott for the season, employing shallow diversions such as golf, card playing, shopping and bingo to pass the time.

I felt uprooted, fragmented, a noncitizen. There was no continuity to the past, no personal landmarks, no sense of identity with a community. And my connection to the land, to my home place, was severed.

Thus it is that I am a determined homebody and, when away from this Superior Peninsula for very long, a morose sojourner. Like my literary mentor Thoreau did in Concord, I travel extensively in my own native valley. Oh, I know that those who are rooted deeply in place are sometimes viewed as vegetative, nonadventurous, even stuck-in-a-rut. Moving along seems to suggest moving up and the wanderer is somehow romantic, inspiring, footloose and fancy free. Perhaps. Is it not better, more deeply satisfying, to live in one place and really know it than to have been a visitor in a score or more? Some are born to a landscape and bloom wonderfully where they are planted. Others, pilgrims like myself, eschew the temporary titilla­tions of a migratory existence and search for their Eden. Some of us are lucky enough to find it. St. Brigit of Ireland challenged a group of restless seekers with this short verse:

Tis labor great and profit small,
To go to Rome;
Thou wilt not find the king at all,
Unless thou find him first at home."
Fisher ,smaller member of the wolverine (weasel) family using a fallen tree to cross a stream in the UP. Browning Recon Force Elite HP 5.
Under my regime, all laws will be written in hymn form for the sake of ease of understanding and memorization.
Government is an essential and good part of the natural order of the universe. To be anti-government generally is thus to support the destruction of the good, to be against the nomos, against the order of the world. So, to be anti-government is to be... evil.
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
Full version of that show mentioned earlier: https://www.youtube.com/live/RPTNYDm4LfI?si=0WnmSpcx7dmfGTjt
Dr. Porcu points out this example of the Greek constitution as an example of the sort of language you'd expect to find in a Christian nation.

You can also find similar language in a few other places.

Ireland (1937):
In the name of the Most Holy Trinity, from Whom is all authority and to Whom, as our final end, all actions both of men and States must be referred, We, the people of Éire, Humbly acknowledging all our obligations to our Divine Lord, Jesus Christ, Who sustained our fathers through centuries of trial.


Hungary (2011):
God bless the Hungarians... We recognize the role of Christianity in preserving nationhood... We are proud that our king Saint Stephen built the Hungarian State on solid ground and made our country a part of Christian Europe one thousand years ago.


Samao (2017):
Samoa is a Christian nation founded on God the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.


This does raise a question: is such a Christian declaration sufficient, necessary, neither, or both for a country to be good?
Dull Academic Incessant Liturgical Yapping: Philosophical Orations on Order & Reaction
Full version of that show mentioned earlier: https://www.youtube.com/live/RPTNYDm4LfI?si=0WnmSpcx7dmfGTjt
You cannot divorce the question "how should we run society?" from the question "what is the highest good?" And the United States' civic documents really try to do this, they try to divorce these two questions; they say "what the highest good is, we're not going to define, as we're not going to establish a religion, and we're not going to prohibit any religions, either. We're not going to establish any 'goodness' outside of 'life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.'"... That's not a vision of a high moral order. That's actually an explicit attempt to ignore the question of the ultimate moral reality of the universe.
The Apotheosis of Washington. You are assured that this imagery is totally normal and not at all strange or weird. Ignore your instinct. Thank you.
The right wing might not be capable of organizing to actually accomplish anything, but it's really good at sending hundreds of thousands of dollars to trashy white women. You have to give it credit for that.
A dog from Oklahoma was just crowned the Guinness World Records holder for the longest tongue.
Trenary Eggnog French Toast:

In a baking dish, prepare a mixture of 3 eggs, half a cup of eggnog, a dash of salt, and a splash of vanilla.

Whisk together until well blended.

Soak six slices of Trenary
Cinnamon Toast in the mixture for 30 minutes on each side. NOTE: If you try this with regular bread, soak in mixture only for a minute or so per side. Otherwise the bread will fall apart.

Fry in butter over medium heat until golden brown.