<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823</id><updated>2011-07-02T11:26:17.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A View from the Sacristy</title><subtitle type='html'>As teaching bringeth us to know that God is our supreme Truth, so prayer testifieth that we acknowledge Him as our Sovereign Good.
---Richard Hooker Laws V-xxiii---
&lt;img src="http://www.kfki.hu/%7Earthp/art/r/raphael/5roma/5/03satan.jpg" height="288" width="180"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582443243799364</id><published>2006-04-23T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:33:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582443243799364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582443243799364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114582443243799364' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582433540954319</id><published>2003-08-10T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:32:15.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feast of St. Laurence</title><summary type='text'>Today was the feast of St. Laurence, Deacon and Martyr. His martyrdom was brought about when the Roman authorities demanded the treasures of the Church. When he showed up with the sick and the poor he cared for, the Romans were none to impressed. A noble man indeed.Today I sat on a panel discussion for a play intitled Abraham's Calling, which explores the common thread of Abe and Sarah between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582433540954319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582433540954319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#114582433540954319' title='The Feast of St. Laurence'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582436335876844</id><published>2003-08-09T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:32:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I commend to your prayers</title><summary type='text'>Six Melanesian Brothers were discoved to have been murdered near the Solomon Islands.Brother Robin LindsayBrother Francis TofiBrother Alfred HillyBrother Ini Ini PartabatuBrother Patteson GatuBrother TonyPray for the repose of their souls. May the souls of all the faithful, through the mercies of Christ rest in peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582436335876844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582436335876844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#114582436335876844' title='I commend to your prayers'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582439325200706</id><published>2003-08-08T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:33:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writings on the Feast of Saint Dominic</title><summary type='text'>I have always been intrigued by the Dominicans. Their missionary zeal...the place of preaching in their ministry. And barring a few bad years entangled in the Inquisition, an order that has done much for the spread of the Gospel and the Church. While in seminary I discovered that the Anglican Church has an order of Black Friars as well, and I have taken their rule and am trying to begin the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582439325200706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582439325200706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#114582439325200706' title='Writings on the Feast of Saint Dominic'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582448591068339</id><published>2003-08-07T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:34:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A statement from his grace, Duncan M. Gray III</title><summary type='text'>Ninth Bishop of the Episcopal Diocese of Mississppi"Some of us bear a peculiar burden as we have wrestled with theemotionally charged issues of this convention.  We live in a part of thecountry where there have been times when we have been absolutely certainabout particular social, moral, or cultural issues, and history hasproven that we were terribly wrong.  It is that burden of our historythat,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582448591068339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582448591068339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#114582448591068339' title='A statement from his grace, Duncan M. Gray III'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582197452913597</id><published>2003-06-30T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:52:54.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling on the transferred feast of Saint Peter and Paul</title><summary type='text'>ItТs been a while since my last post. I donТt exactly know whatТs gotten into me lately. This summer has been spent away from my computer and its hard to bring myself to sit down a typeЕI have things I want to write about during the day but when the evening rolls around I just donТt make it into my study. Some thoughts rattling around:I was speaking with a good friend of mine the other evening </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582197452913597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582197452913597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582197452913597' title='Rambling on the transferred feast of Saint Peter and Paul'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582210778807605</id><published>2003-06-25T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:55:07.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Silent Planet</title><summary type='text'>УТAnd indeed,Т he continued, Сthe poem is a good example. For the most splendid line becomes fully only by means of all the lines after it; if you went back to it you would find it less splendid than you thought. You would kill it.Ф (lxxvii)The poetry is life perhaps? Can one particular event in ones past be brought back and found with the same amount of import? I think I like what C.S. is saying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582210778807605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582210778807605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582210778807605' title='Out of the Silent Planet'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582215273264839</id><published>2003-06-22T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:55:52.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corpus Christi Sunday and other sundries</title><summary type='text'>Today Cat and I attended the feast of Corpus Christi at a local parish. It was quite moving. There is something about processing around the neighborhood singing Humbly I Adore Thee.  Although we did get a few odd looks as we followed the priest around carrying the monstrance and walking under the Canopy. I've been thinking more and more about Out of the Silent Planet. I learned that Dr. Ransom is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582215273264839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582215273264839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582215273264839' title='Corpus Christi Sunday and other sundries'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582220158784707</id><published>2003-06-19T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:56:41.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hecken Schneiden</title><summary type='text'>I spent most of yesterday trimming hedges with a German. It was an interesting experience for our styles were very different. The German got out his plum lines and implimented a very complex method for insuring an even hedge. I took a more artistic approach to the task at hand. I looked at the hedge and took a little off the top and sides...it became my canvas and the hedge trimmers my brush. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582220158784707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582220158784707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582220158784707' title='Hecken Schneiden'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582232765380150</id><published>2003-06-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:58:47.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection on OSP</title><summary type='text'>I was discussing this book with a dear friend who said he found the plot forced...he wanted Lewis' plot to prove itself, not force the plot to prove a point. For him the book was a bit ridgid as well, compared to Lewis' other works. ANd while I am by no means a scholar of Lewis I'll take his word. But I have found something differnt in the forced plot and rigidity. I have found comfort. It seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582232765380150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582232765380150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582232765380150' title='A Reflection on OSP'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582237046005822</id><published>2003-06-17T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T12:59:30.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I bid you Goodnight</title><summary type='text'>This morning Canon Father James Griffiss passed from this mortal life into the realms of Heaven and the full Glory of God. He will be sorely missed by many...and especially me. Over the past bit of time we had become very close and he taught me a great deal...he helped me to remain grounded during a rough time in my academic and ecclesial life. He was a great teacher, pushing me to my limit and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582237046005822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582237046005822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582237046005822' title='I bid you Goodnight'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582459853761279</id><published>2003-06-13T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:36:38.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying with Frank</title><summary type='text'>Spent the night at a palliative care unit last night with a friend who is coming to the end of this mortal life. He slept through the night and seems to be comfortable (morphine induced comfort anyway). It was there I saw a strange sight. A lady in the room across the hall wanted as her last wish to listen to Frank Sinatra as she died. So here was this woman, almost skeletal from a long bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582459853761279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582459853761279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582459853761279' title='Dying with Frank'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582462249545638</id><published>2003-06-11T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:37:02.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of the Silent Planet- A reflection on Chapters i-vi</title><summary type='text'>Well I got through the first six chapters last night. I thought it very interesting and thought provoking. I've never heard much about this work, so I had a blank slate from which to start. After taking so many theology and Ethics classes...learning all about Premodrn, Modern and Postmodern civilizations I couldn't help but think that Lewis was lamenting the Premodern era. He character Ransom, a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582462249545638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582462249545638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582462249545638' title='Out of the Silent Planet- A reflection on Chapters i-vi'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582465182767479</id><published>2003-06-10T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:37:31.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday in Whitsuntide</title><summary type='text'>Busy day today.  This morning I assited at the votive mass of Ephrim of Edessa, The Rt. Rev. Henry Nutt Parsley, Bishop of Alabama celebrating. The theological committee for the House of Bishops is here, doing what I know not. But I will say this Bishop Parsley is a nice man.  Fr. Mark McIntosh  delivered the sermon, and a decent one at that. It was then immediately to moving furniture up from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582465182767479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582465182767479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582465182767479' title='Tuesday in Whitsuntide'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582467889350227</id><published>2003-06-09T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:37:58.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday in Whitsuntide</title><summary type='text'>Firstly, I would like to apologize to all the C.S. Lewis group. I have been so run down and busy that I didn't notice the impending date drawing ever nearer. I order the book from Barnes and Noble a few weeks back and they assured me it would be shipped with days...this is what I get for not keeping check on orders. After a fruitless search for the book tonight I came back home and tracked the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582467889350227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582467889350227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582467889350227' title='Monday in Whitsuntide'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582470830272006</id><published>2003-06-08T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:38:28.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on the feast of Whitsunday</title><summary type='text'>This morning I ventured here with the other Seabury Sacristan to hear a friend preach his last sermon before leaving to begin his priestly ministry. He delivered what I received as a fine sermon. He spoke of the Holy Ghost as Advocate and guide, not prosecutor. Very tough words in this turbulent time. I will whole heartedly admit that I often look to that Spirit in the Church to be the defender </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582470830272006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582470830272006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582470830272006' title='Reflections on the feast of Whitsunday'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582473783734033</id><published>2003-06-07T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:38:57.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And all the sacristans rejoiced on Whitsun Eve</title><summary type='text'>I survived the Easter Quarter. The Commencement Mass yesterday went rather well, if I do say so myself. That was a tremendous amount of work and I am overjoyed that I will have nothing to do with it next year...except God willing walk the line and graduate. It was by far the largest and most complicated service I have ever put together. There were so many people doing so many different things...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582473783734033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582473783734033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582473783734033' title='And all the sacristans rejoiced on Whitsun Eve'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582477993159477</id><published>2003-06-04T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:39:39.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><summary type='text'>I find it rather odd that in keeping a blog page when you are not asking for or particularly interested in replies you get more than your fair share and then you you are really looking for comments you get none. Case in point, yesterday I posted on evangelism and wrote what in mind could be called questionable and I was really looking forward to hearing what others thought. Am I crazy? Am I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582477993159477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582477993159477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582477993159477' title='Two Things'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582481438291550</id><published>2003-06-03T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:40:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on Evangelization</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this morning as I was out for my morning walk with Sydney, four Mallards cupped up and skied to a landing on the flat roof next door at the Catholic Church. Were they the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, landing on the roof to pronounce judgment on the world? Or were they simply lost and confused? Either It was an odd sight to see ducks landing on a roof as if it were a pond and for some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582481438291550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582481438291550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582481438291550' title='More thoughts on Evangelization'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582484029069414</id><published>2003-06-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:40:40.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for the day</title><summary type='text'>The Church is  the mission of Christ...if not, it is not Church.Christianity is performance...if not, it is not Christianity.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582484029069414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582484029069414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582484029069414' title='Thoughts for the day'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582487382483180</id><published>2003-06-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:41:13.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Dark: Everyday Apocalypse...A pst for Ethics</title><summary type='text'>Well Trevor's probably upset with me. I should have posted this last week...but I was sick and run down and really didn't feel like thinking about anything. But here goes...I for the most part liked Dark's book. He talks allot of the Simpson's, Radiohead and Flannery O'Conner as apocalyptic horsemen...but not as towncryers of the eminent endtime, rather their ability to flip reality on its ear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582487382483180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582487382483180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582487382483180' title='David Dark: Everyday Apocalypse...A pst for Ethics'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582493797958421</id><published>2003-06-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:42:17.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Christ worth Dying For?</title><summary type='text'>I would like to warn those with weak hearts not to take this ride. If you are still here I ask the question, Is Christ worth dying for? Actually I didn't ask it first, I was asked this question this morning. It was during my Confirmation class. We had just finished the Presiding Bishops video, Taste and See, a video to help educate or evangelize the unchurched and those new to the Episcopal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582493797958421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582493797958421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#114582493797958421' title='Is Christ worth Dying For?'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582400076864739</id><published>2003-05-30T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:26:40.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not much to say but compelled to say it What a long strange couple of days it has been. What an overwhelming couple of days/weeks it has been. Trying to complete the quarter and fine tune Commencement has taken a great deal out of me…physically and spiritually. But there has been much Grace in these past days and weeks.I finished Fr. Griffiss’ class for him on Thursday. He hasn’t been feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582400076864739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582400076864739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582400076864739' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582403235175000</id><published>2003-05-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:27:12.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Countenance Divine and the end of careerMy jaunt into the world of teaching is drawing to a close…a very early retirement from a noble and virtuous calling. I have a newfound appreciation for those who give themselves entirely to the demanding task. I might have one or two more lectures, depending on the health of the professor…which makes me very nervous. I have to be prepared to lecture but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582403235175000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582403235175000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582403235175000' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582407338368504</id><published>2003-05-20T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:27:53.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Church Militant Upon the EarthI survived my first lecture. It went better than I had hoped, which was very nice during this chaotic time. I did unknowingly prepare about six hours of lecture for a two hour class…which is O.K. there won’t be much planning for Thursday. I’m also trying to sure up a sermon I have to preach tomorrow on the Visitation- it proven more difficult than I had thought, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582407338368504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582407338368504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582407338368504' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582410087453630</id><published>2003-05-20T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:28:20.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nervous energyWell I’m off to teach a class on the Ritual movement in the American Church. I’m a little nervous…I’ve never been responsible for the content of a class before. Today is the feast of Alcuin, a fitting saint for my début. St. Alcuin pray for me a sinner:From the LFF:Almighty God, who in a rude and barbarous age didst raise up thy deacon Alcuin to rekindle the light of learning: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582410087453630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582410087453630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582410087453630' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582413115947630</id><published>2003-05-19T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:28:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Back in the saddle againWell I’m back after a five day absence from the blogging world.  This is a post for Ethics, but it runs a little closer to home.After reading Fr. Adam’s book, What is Postmodern Biblical Criticism I realized where most of my trouble with this whole postmodern things sprang. I never had an academic/critical mindset with which to approach biblical/church interpretation </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582413115947630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582413115947630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582413115947630' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582416650647805</id><published>2003-05-07T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:29:26.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday Night RamblingsWow…It has been a long strange trip to this point in the quarter…I’m still scrambling, trying to thread ideas together for my paper for independent study. I’ve got some ideas, but nothing blog worthy as of yet (unless you can read Jeff gibberish- the official programming language of A View from the Sacristy). I’ve mostly got everything in order and things are looking a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582416650647805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582416650647805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582416650647805' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582420828532931</id><published>2003-05-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:30:08.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The New Angelic Choir.With the end of the quarter and the Commencement Ceremony here at Seabury coming up, I've been backsliding on my posting…I’ll try and do better I promise. There has been a lot going on here in the sacristy as of late. I had a great weekend. I spent Friday evening in the company of a lot of my blogging community, so I’ll spare the intricate details…but Trish is an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582420828532931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582420828532931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#114582420828532931' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582275544675474</id><published>2003-03-31T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:05:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The feast of John Donne, Anglican priest and warrior poet</title><summary type='text'>I have a lot to say today, but I yield for the moment to the great John Donne and his witness:Holy Sonnet XDeath, be not proud, though some have callèd theeMighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrowDie not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,Much pleasure;  then from thee much more must flow,And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582275544675474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582275544675474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582275544675474' title='The feast of John Donne, Anglican priest and warrior poet'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582280798526705</id><published>2003-03-30T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:06:47.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salvation on Sand Mountain by, Dennis CovingtonA posting for Performance for PreistsAnd these signs shall follow them that believe; In my name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; They shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover. So then after the Lord had spoken unto them, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582280798526705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582280798526705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582280798526705' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582284127654755</id><published>2003-03-29T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:07:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Communion ? Part II</title><summary type='text'>The theology of open communion has still been rattling around in my head, and from the 32 comments of my last post on the subject, I gather that its minds of others as well. I have been studying the work of A.G. Hebert for my independent study of ritualistic church growth and found this topic was on his mind as well he says: The Eucharist comes to us from our Lord; but the Liturgy, the ordering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582284127654755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582284127654755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582284127654755' title='Open Communion ? Part II'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582288172005983</id><published>2003-03-29T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:08:01.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling with the prophets</title><summary type='text'>Cat and I went to a bowling party last night. Had a lot of fun…but strange things happened while we were there. First let me say that I have been wrestling with this passage from Ezekiel the last few days:Thou son of man, shew the house to the house of Israel, that they may be ashamed of their iniquities: and let them measure the pattern. And if they be ashamed of all that they have done, shew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582288172005983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582288172005983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582288172005983' title='Bowling with the prophets'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582299043009599</id><published>2003-03-27T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:09:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the Walrus…Cu Cu Ca Choo</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for my absence in blog land. I’ve been up to my armpits in work. I was up late last night and hit the ground early this morning and will be up late again tonight. It has hit the fan this week.Bad things: People abusing trust and taking advantage of others time Car wrecks Trying to do more than the hours of the day allow for.Good things: Finishing surveys and finding great parishes to fill </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582299043009599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582299043009599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582299043009599' title='I am the Walrus…Cu Cu Ca Choo'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582305283688693</id><published>2003-03-25T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:10:52.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, Day II</title><summary type='text'>Back to normal?I feel as though I’ve been tumbling, lost in a Lenten tornado since coming back from Mississippi. I hit the ground running yesterday morning and haven’t slowed much since.Classes are going to be good. In fact Fr. Griffiss’ (the one I’m helping with) went much better than I’d imagined. I hope it continues in that manner.In other news Cat and my friend came back. He is a regular on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582305283688693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582305283688693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582305283688693' title='Home again, Day II'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582309272281744</id><published>2003-03-24T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:11:32.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><summary type='text'>Cat and I made it back to shy town in one piece, a little ragged, but give us a few days and we’ll be back in the groove. It was nice to be home among family and friends, I feel much more at ease for the time spent in the company of loved ones.The sermon went well, I had forgotten just how closely tied St. Paul’s parish was to the military. There were a good number of Military folk present, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582309272281744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582309272281744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582309272281744' title='Home again'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582312570642796</id><published>2003-03-20T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:12:05.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a jet plane</title><summary type='text'>if we can get down Lakeshore Dr.Another interesting day in the life of the world. Closer to home one of the main arteries through downtown was completely blocked by antiwar protesters. I don’t know what to think about that. I know to be effective and practice their convictions they must disrupt society. But is this the right time? Will there performance halt a war? Or will it simply aggravate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582312570642796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582312570642796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582312570642796' title='Leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582315640877348</id><published>2003-03-19T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:12:36.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The image; St. Cuthbert.  The music; Barber’s Agnus Dei.  My thoughts and feelings; numb and disbelief. Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserére nobis.Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserére nobis.Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccáta mundi, dona nobis pacem.Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world:  have mercy on us.Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world:  have mercy on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582315640877348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582315640877348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582315640877348' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582319178434615</id><published>2003-03-18T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:13:11.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Brake</title><summary type='text'>Frustrated, frightened, anxious, confused, angered: all feelings battling within for control of my emotions today. Give me a week off school and I am certain to go mad. The drawn swords don’t help matters. My having to preach this Sunday at home doesn’t help much either.Today I began to outline a framework and contact potential parishes for my research project for next quarter. I became quickly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582319178434615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582319178434615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582319178434615' title='Spring Brake'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582322901896298</id><published>2003-03-16T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:13:49.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of Evil</title><summary type='text'>My thoughts were of evil today. With the world on the brink of war…it’s hard not to think of such a force. It is even more difficult thinking about such things as evil in the setting of one of the more affluent areas in the country.My life to this point has been gravy. Any hardship I have had to endure has been brought about by my action or lack of action, or truth be told, by my bucking common </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582322901896298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582322901896298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582322901896298' title='Thoughts of Evil'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582327037432436</id><published>2003-03-16T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:14:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Donne has something to say about community</title><summary type='text'>XVII: Nunc Lento Sonitu Dicunt, Morieris - PERCHANCE he for whom this bell tolls may be so ill, as that he knows not it tolls for him; and perchance I may think myself so much better than I am, as that they who are about me, and see my state, may have caused it to toll for me, and I know not that.The church is Catholic, universal, so are all her actions; all that she does belongs to all.When she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582327037432436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582327037432436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582327037432436' title='John Donne has something to say about community'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582331754037042</id><published>2003-03-14T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:15:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rave on John Donne</title><summary type='text'>They finde reason to conceive, not onely a pluralitie in every  Species in the world, but a pluralitie of worlds; so that the abhorrers of Solitude, are not solitary; for God and Nature, and Reason concurre against it. Now a man may counterfeit the Plague in a vowe, and mistake a Disease for Religion; by such a retiring, and recluding of himselfe from all men, as to doe good to no man, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582331754037042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582331754037042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582331754037042' title='Rave on John Donne'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582336469572151</id><published>2003-03-13T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:16:04.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions of the individual and community</title><summary type='text'>through parish life and beyond: Devotional centers vs. spiritual communitiesBefore I begin I would like to welcome a few more people into the sacristy.  Susie, Frank and James.  Each having wonderful and unique insight into sacerdotal matters.I am taking an in depth look at the idea of Devotional centers vs. Spiritual Communies as part of a study for Church growth. Keep in mind these are hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582336469572151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582336469572151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582336469572151' title='Questions of the individual and community'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582339957787114</id><published>2003-03-12T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:16:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Communion?</title><summary type='text'>I want to think about open communion and really more than that, spiritual preparedness for the partaking of communion. Father Knight is correct in his thoughts over at Tripp’s place; in that it is more than a trend in the American Church, it is just the way it is. It wasn’t the way it always was though. I have read and even been a communicant in a parish that took this spiritual directive of Paul</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582339957787114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582339957787114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582339957787114' title='Open Communion?'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582342887381766</id><published>2003-03-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:17:08.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite Smells</title><summary type='text'>The bouquet of wet sawdust and hot chainsawsThe pungent odor of sour ale and cardboardThe fragrance of the morning dewThe sweetness of fleshly turned earththe fruity aroma of harvest timethe intoxication of freshly mown grassThe nasal bite of burning steelThe rotting sourness of diesel and oilThe malodorousness of dirt and sweatForm the memory of a hard days work.But now those smells have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582342887381766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582342887381766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582342887381766' title='My favorite Smells'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582346472146177</id><published>2003-03-10T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:17:44.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once to Every Man and Nation, I didn’t get much accomplished academically today. I had one very powerful and painful conversation with someone whom I care very much for that scraped and ripped at the edges of my soul, very raw; very real. I walked away from this day torn and tattered, battling thoughts of Ethics readings and exhausted from painful petitions for the well being of some who really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582346472146177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582346472146177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582346472146177' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582350419154828</id><published>2003-03-09T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:18:24.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope in a few children and God in the BalanceThis morning came early, even for me. I arose at half past four, anxious and grumpy, but set aside time for St. Augustine's prayerbook and my Manual of Anglo-Catholic Devotion. Unlike Fr. Knight, who was anxious about preaching, I was anxious at having to teach several young confirmands the Exodus and the journey to Canaan, all in forty-five minutes. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582350419154828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582350419154828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582350419154828' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582353534036074</id><published>2003-03-07T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:18:55.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who has the valid orders around here?Cliff raises a serious question regarding the meaning of the priesthood in three of the different branches of the Church. I will try and be as brief as possible. When Canterbury broke away from Rome, Canterbury kept the same unbroken line of consecrated Bishops stemming back to the Apostles (some argue that that claim in itself, from Rome and Canterbury is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582353534036074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582353534036074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582353534036074' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582356813094073</id><published>2003-03-07T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:19:28.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The virtue of Love and an Ember Day letterI sat down this morning to compose an Ember Day letter to my Bishop. To let you in, Ember days occur four times in the yearly calendar and are days of penitence and reflection. They are also days when clergy write their Bishop to inform them to their spiritual condition. The practice is limited in most areas to only seminarians, but it is one I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582356813094073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582356813094073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582356813094073' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582359546453092</id><published>2003-03-06T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:19:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Church InfallibleI promised I would not comment or push Tripp on his blog page with regard to his wrestlings. I however was pushed in reading his blog to think hard about Church, and I don’t think I am in violation posting on my own blog about the idea of Church.There is the greatest Truth in the Body of Christ, of the Church. I think most manifestations of the Christian faith and most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582359546453092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582359546453092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582359546453092' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582362251415321</id><published>2003-03-06T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:20:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be careful what ye ask for, you might just get itSince beginning seminary, I have become very interested in the Oxford Movement and in theology from the Anglican Church. This quarter I enrolled in a tutorial with Fr. Jim Griffiss and have been really enjoying the one on one lectures and discussions. So much so that Fr. Griffiss, who is not afraid of very demanding, work loads, asked me to assist </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582362251415321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582362251415321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582362251415321' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582365311630546</id><published>2003-03-05T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:20:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I received an email this morning asking me to post instruction as to when to remove imposed ashes from the forehead. This question has several schools of thought, but my opinion was asked so I give it. If any others have thoughts, please take a moment to comment so that we can revile something of the nature of these sacred day and Rite.TO begin I consider as do Aquinas, Hooker and many others, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582365311630546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582365311630546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582365311630546' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582369659568586</id><published>2003-03-05T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:22:02.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ash WednesdayFor the faithful who keep the western kalendar, today is Ash Wednesday a time of self-examination and repentance. (For Karl, James, Cliff, Anna and my other Orthodox friends, I won't forget about you on the start of your Great Lent, Clean Monday, March 10th.) Lent is time of prayer fasting and self-denial. I look forward to a holy observance and the oportunities to go to deep places </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582369659568586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582369659568586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582369659568586' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582377883416427</id><published>2003-03-03T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:22:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A bow of the head or a tip of the biretta</title><summary type='text'>Its been a wonderfully frustrating day. My dog has even been effected…chewing all sorts of things and getting into all sorts of trouble, which is very unlike her, something is definitely in the air here at Seabury. It the midst of a somewhat somber day, my new testament class discussed The letter to the Hebrews, which is one of my favorites. Good old Melchizedek, as one God willing, entering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582377883416427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582377883416427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582377883416427' title='A bow of the head or a tip of the biretta'/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582382810186840</id><published>2003-03-02T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:23:48.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BIO ETHICS by GILBERT MEILAENDERA review for Ethics Class Meilaender takes the reader into the world of Christian Virtue and ethical subjects like suicide, abortion, parental screening and organ donation, plus a few other subjects. I was quite puzzled by his use of logic in coming to conclusions over these issues. Take his argument on abortion. He begins by discussing the fact that we can’t base </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582382810186840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582382810186840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582382810186840' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582388082583221</id><published>2003-03-01T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:24:40.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A coffee induced lamentFriday, I was awakened to an area of spiritual death within. As a sacristan, in preparing for mass, it has been my habit to prayerfully prepare the chapel for worship. As of late, I have slowly, piece by piece fallen away from the habit of prayerful preparation. I don’t know exactly what happened or why. Conflict within? Conflict from differing views at seminary and within </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582388082583221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582388082583221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582388082583221' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26802823.post-114582385057956167</id><published>2003-03-01T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:24:10.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good thumping relieved by thoughts of PumpkinseedsToday was spent strolling the contained waters of the Shedd Aquarium. What a wonderful place to contemplate life and faith…just me, the wife and in-laws and the entire state of Michigan. Often crowded spaces allow for solitary thought. I was thinking a lot about my previous post and singing over and over again the hymn When I Survey the Wondrous</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582385057956167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26802823/posts/default/114582385057956167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sacradote.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#114582385057956167' title=''/><author><name>Peter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
