Who would have thought my shriveled heart/ Could have recovered greenness? It was gone/ Quite underground; as flowers depart/ To see their mother-root when they have blown;/ Where they together/ All the hard weather/ Dead to the world, keep house unknown. -George Herbert
Monday, September 14, 2009
Another Link- One that will cost me a future SBC presidency nomination
Well I survived the rainiest camping trip ever and am back in Mandeville without too much to do, which means of course more blogging. I'm going to put a post up soon about that little quote in green from St. Gregory of Nyssa about the difference between faith and knowing, but don't feel like doing that much thinking yet. So instead, I thought I'd post a link to a funny little article by Walker Percy, a Catholic novelist who used to live in Covington, about the aesthetics of bourbon drinking. If this offends you please consult your nearest New Testament. If not, please don't think I'm painting myself as one of those "cool Baptists" because I also like a bit of whiskey on occasion. Seriously, some of the Baptists who do drink are worse than high school kids about proclaiming they do drink and so are "cool". It seems to be an issue for Baptists on either side, really it should not be this big a deal. I just thought it was funny article.
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Ideas create idols; only wonder leads to knowing. - St. Gregory of Nyssa
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