Rebecca's neice is visiting with us right now, and has brought along her two daughters, aged three and six. Our dogs have never spent much time around small children and are as fascinated with the girls as the girls are with them. They follow the girls around, wanting to play, and they keep licking the girls' faces and hands, which leads to squeals and shrieks from the girls, which leads to... You get the idea. We attempted to all watch The Incredibles last night, a movie I've wanted to see for a long time. I've been around kids before and I didn't expect them to sit quietly through the whole thing, but I thought we adults might at least get through it with a few interruptions. Nope. Dogs barking, and kids shrieking and running around made it impossible. We gave up at what I'd peg as the half way mark, with no clue really about what was going on.
It's been a while since I've been in so much commotion. Don't get me wrong, the girls are cute and sweet and very good with the dogs. The dogs are probably very happy to have new playmates as well. I'm not sure how long they'll be here. Probably until the middle of next week. I'm trying to sneak in here every once and a while, while I need a "Timeout" for myself, but I think substantive posting will be unlikely until things return to normal. I may be able to share links and comment on things and I hope to do so. I may even have pictures to post at some point.
Ecce Homo I haven't done a quote from Pope Ratzinger's Introduction to Chistianty in a while and even though I have finished the book there are still one or two passages I want to share, including - perhaps even especially - this one. When I first began to look over what Christianity teaches, to look at the gospel story and to try penetrate why it has been so compelling to so many for so long, this was one of the things that leapt out at me. I was happy to see our Pope confirm it. Expanding on the Apostles Creed where it says "... suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried," Ratzinger writes: The fact that when the perfectly just man appeared he was crucified, delivered up by justice to death, tells us pitilessly who man is: Thou art such, man, that thou canst not bear the just man - that he who simply loves becomes a fool, a scourged criminal, an outcast. Thou art such because, unjust thyself, thou dost always need the injustice of the n...
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