The Reading Man’s Religion

Eric Sammons posts a link to a bible-in-a-year program for CATHOLICS.  Yes, Catholics!  You don’t have to use one of those abridged-bible programs, and then quick cram in extra books at the end!  All books of bible already accounted for!

And if that’s not enough . . . read the CATECHISM along with it!  The whole thing!  Because there is no ten-point statement of faith for us, no sir!  After nearly 2,000 years of theological debate, it is true we still refuse to corner you at a cocktail party and lay out the particulars of the End Times, but we’ve managed to figure out a thing or two (or 2,865) all the same.

Be Catholic.  We’ve got the big books.  And we’re thinking maybe we even ought to read them.  I bet the IC would approve.

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Fine print: 356-day program (so you can finish in less than a year, if it’s a leap year).  You can start any time, the days are simply numbered one after another.  You could get behind on Wednesdays and Fridays, and then catch up in one giant fest on Sundays, or vice-versa.   You could take more than one year to read the whole thing, but we won’t talk about that.  And every day there is a reading from a historical Old Testament book, a piece of wisdom literature, and a New Testament book.  (Plus the catechism, of course).  So you are not, repeat: ARE NOT, utterly plunged into Leviticus or Numbers for weeks on end with no respite.  That is, you have a nice Gospel passage about “taking up your cross” or some such thing to remind you that reading the $%^#@* building plans divinely inspired designed for the tabernacle is for your own benefit.   (And that you should go to confession for being so impatient about wanting to get on with the story.  Don’t worry, plenty of time for graphic violence mid-year, must work through a little front matter first.)

Happy New Year . . .

. . . from Pithless Thoughts: Annotated New Year’s Resolutions.

(And yeah, I have a totally serious resolution post sitting in my drafts folders.  Maybe it will see light of day.  In what form, who knows?)

And now, to work.  My resolutions are impinging on my hobbies.  Presumably that is a good thing.  If I seem to be blogging too well, someone slap me and tell me to get back to real work.

Please Pray for John C. Hathaway

Can’t believe I didn’t post this earlier today.  Anyway, please pray for John Hathaway.  You can be confident he will return the favor.

He is requesting the intercession of Bl. Herman and Bl. Margaret of Castello.

Thank you.

(His blog is here, for those who don’t know him.  If I could only have one other family in my parish, the Hathaways would win.  Utterly delightful to people know.)

self-bookmarking service, nothing to see

Well you might be interested.  Or not.  I’m bookmarking this link here because I’ve already been asked for it once and couldn’t find it forever.  Courtesy of the Curt Jester, but did I remember that?  No. I had to search through every single blog in my feed reader.  Now I’ll only have to search through every single post on my own blog, hehe.

What it’s about is an analysis of whether the Bishop of Pheonix was correct in his decision to withdrawl “Catholic” status from a local hospital.  (Famous case that you either know all about or else don’t care about.)  I being a person utterly ignorant of the facts of the case, and aware that there are multiple versions of “the facts” circulating, am employing my shutting-up powers to the full extent possible.  Which is not very much.

 

bleg from the Livesay’s – courier needed in TX

I don’t see an update on the Livesay’s blog saying a volunteer has come forward yet.  So posting this request since there are known Austinites roving the internet even as we speak.  Please check their blog first to make sure another driver has not already volunteered before you deluge them with offers:

We are in looking for a person that might be traveling from Austin to Waco between this very moment [12/29/10] and 5pm on Friday.

There is one 50 pound bag of supplies for the Heartline sewing program that is needed in Haiti. It was left behind by a traveler due to issues at the airport yesterday.  We are unable to get to Austin and back without losing what is left of our minds.

Any of you Austinites headed north soon? We can have the bag brought to you in Austin if you will meet us in Waco before we bail out on Friday afternoon.

Please contact us if you are!

T. & T.

Twitter: troylivesay
Email: tl7inhaiti@yahoo.com

 

The request was posted (last night) Tuesday night 12/28/10.

Contact them (not me!  I know nothing! I am a random internet fan!) if you are running that route and have a little cargo space.

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PS: If you forward this to ten friends in the next half hour, you will get 60 additional days in purgatory and/or your internet license suspended.

PPS: Bill Gates will know nothing about it, and there is no free trip to Disney for anybody.

Usury II – Kings, gold, wars, family jewels

2nd Installment is finally here, and I know there is at least one other person on the entire internet who is interested, because Jim Curley posted on topic last week.  (And yes, I would totally write an entire blog just to keep Jim Curley entertained.  What sensible person wouldn’t?  Plus it turns out that the SuperHusband sometimes reads here, and when he does, he laughs at all my jokes.  So that’s two reasons the rest of you have to put up with Usury.  Intro is here.)

Anyhow, post #2 is a sidenote about where we are not going in this series.  And it’s this:

In Dante’s era (and before) a fair bit of the moneylender’s business was loaning money to warlords.  This is a rough business model: The industry functions more smoothly — that is, more profitably — when the lender is the one who can shake down the delinquent borrower.  Staying afloat is rather more awkward when that relationship is reversed.

[Note to creditors of the US government: We do not intend to nuke you nor expel you.  We just expect you to continue to loan us money.  Forever.  Because no, we are not going to pay you back.  Don’t people know this by now?  99% of the time, the chronically late, the chronically disorganized, and the chronically indebted stay that way.  Hence my desk and our deficit.]

So back on the not-our-topic:  Moneylender finance wars.

And here is what you need to know about wars:  Wars do not generate wealth.

You can have a defensive war to protect your wealth, or you can an offensive war to acquire someone else’s wealth.  But war does not create wealth, it spends it and destroys it.  So anyone who is loaning money (at interest) to finance a war is loaning money for a non-wealth-generating activity.

Now this is very confusing because wars keep people Very Busy.   The employment rate — that is, the measure of how many people are being kept busy — goes up.  And this warms our hearts, because if you haven’t got anything to do, you also probably don’t have a way to feed yourself.

But all this extra work falls into one of three categories:

  • Things you get paid to do right before someone kills you
  • Things you produce that will be used up by the people getting killed
  • Things you could have been making all along, if only the king had wanted them sooner.

I concede that last category is a kind of wealth generation.  But the king could have purchased it war or no war.  And given that the whole business of war is to kill & destroy until the enemy gives up, I maintain that war does not generate wealth.  (It may still be necessary – see “just warfare”.  But that doesn’t mean it makes us wealthier.  There are many things we must do that do not make us wealthier.)

But I go into the whole giant aside because Dante (and us as well) would have observed that the money lenders were, at least some of the time, making a profit off lending money for war.  And that is mighty distracting when we want to debate the morality of usury, but I don’t think it should be our topic.  Either you need to go to war or you don’t.   If you must, then I suppose you’ve got to pay for it somehow, and let’s not get all carried away about the moneylenders until we understand the morality of lending at interest in blander situations.   If it is an unnecessary (and therefore unjust) war, you never should have waged it to begin with, so money lenders are a moot point.

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The other thing I want to say about the historic situation with money lending is all that drama over the family jewels.  You know, such and such (usually Jewish) moneylender held the crown jewels of xyz great king, and blah blah blah.   Hello?  This is not an O. Henry story.  I’m very sorry if her majesty had a particular fondness for her financial instruments.  If my 401K were as pretty as all that, maybe I’d have it shaped into something I could wear on my head, too.

But whereas I will gladly dive right into the topic of holding cloaks, cars, and the family farm for collateral, I draw the line at lumps of metal and rock, no matter how cool lookin’.  Precious metals and minerals are money.  They do have intrinsic value out in the garage, as drill bits and conductors and all that, so yeah, if we were talking about pawning your tools, I’d be willing to talk.  But the bulk of their value is as money, and it is as money, not as hardware, that bankers will accept them.

Now you can imagine that a bankrupt king would be perfectly happy to sell you sob story about why he had to shake down his banker to get back the precious heirlooms.  Because it was all a plot against his poor innocent majesty.  So when we start to talk about the morality of banking, especially within the historical context, keep in mind to disregard all that propaganda.   It’s not about family memories.  If we’re going to ream the bankers, we’ll have to find a more substantial charge than “his majesty wants his money back”.

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And that’s where we’ll start to head in part III — back into the question of whether lending at interest is ever right, or ever wrong.

This series, btw, is coming out awfully slowly because I have been sleeping late.  (You thought it was because I was deep in thought.  No, I was not.)  If I wake up early, it gives me this lovely uninterrupted writing time when I can actually think.  But after a certain hour, that window is gone gone gone.  The only reason I got this post out is because I sent SuperHusband off to an event with the big kids, and put two littles in bed.  So if I’m going to get more substantial posts written, either I’ve got to stop sleeping so much, or else people need to start sending us more invitations.  I’m good with either.

The 12 Days

I was riding around with the kids yesterday, and suddenly discovered I liked The Twelve Days of Christmas song.  Like wow, that’s really a very pretty tune.  And it’s sort of fun.

Came as a shock to me.

I think what happened is I quit listening to the radio.

Now I like the song. For singing.   Do not send albums.  DO NOT send albums.

Merry Christmas.

 

MRI Normal

Update for those who have been following the saga, brain/spine MRI was normal.  (Foot is another story.)   There is far too much evidence right here on this blog to conclude I have a ‘normal’ brain.  But apparently it knows how to behave under interrogation.  Or else they weren’t, maybe, looking for a disorder that makes one compulsively care about words no one else even uses, like ‘usury’.

I’m not sure whether this means the neuro will go back to leaving me alone, or decide he desperately needs to do some expensive and invasive tests.  Either way I’ll no doubt find a way to deploy my special complaining powers.  But I’m pretty pleased at the prospect of Reduced Holiday Drama.  So it’s all good.

Graham Cracker Houses

Dorian wants a gingerbread house recipe.  I’m sure some handy person will help her.  But though I have a horror of MDF “lumber” and other such confections in real houses, I’m sold on the pre-fab SIP of culinary architecture.

No, graham crackers do not taste anything like real gingerbread.  But are you really going to eat the house after it has been sitting out for ten days?  You?  No.  Your kids, yes.  They will pick off the ants if they must, just to get all that hard dried frosting. And they won’t care that the thing looks like it escaped from the  mobile gingerbread home park pages of Dwell magazine.  Or something.

One tip for the truly crafty: Sugar Cubes. (No I am not that smart.  My friend Jen A. told me about it.)  Brick-and-mortar construction.  The third little pig would be proud.  Looks nice.  Tons of fun.