Today is Lammas Day – Scotland’s traditional first fruits of the harvest day.
Here’s a Lammas Sermon from a couple of years ago.
Today is Lammas Day – Scotland’s traditional first fruits of the harvest day.
Here’s a Lammas Sermon from a couple of years ago.
I like the painting very much, but, forgive me for my ignorance , what is this “explains much” of which you speak? Ohh, and the literal minded in me says – even as a baby – as the child of Monica of Hippo – he was still Augustine of Hippo.
Surely at this point he was Augustine of Tagaste if he was of anywhere.
So beehive hairdos are that old? The things you learn from art. If that Tardis that sells coffee outside the Botanic Gardens actually worked, I would go back and kidnap that straitjacketed infant, materialise at Woodstock and hand him over to the nearest couple of flowerchildren. Just imagine a Church with no Jansenists and their ilk! Okay we’d have to do without Pascal but just think what Glasgow would be like without You-Know-Who glowering over it. From Clyde Street.
I’ve just lost ‘What Theologian Are You?’ which I’d reached through a suggestion above, however I did the quiz and though I often thought ‘yes, but I wouldn’t put it that way’ and came up with a tie between Charles Finney (of whom I’m entirely ignorant) and AUGUSTINE! With Calvin a close third. I’m doomed. It’s predestined.
The word in the pews is this – apparently, the bishops have come up with a new way around the funding problems that the Scottish Episcopal Church has from time to time. Forget your stewardship campaigns and giving days – no, my brothers and sisters, we are onto a whole new thing,It seems that there…
Just for the record, I crossed over the Clyde 3 times on my way to church this morning and crossed the Kelvin twice on the way back. I blame the 10K fun run, the collapse of Bridge Street under water and general incompetence.Also, for the record, the arrangement of Shall we Gather at the River…
From unopened boxes that bleep in the night.Good Lord deliver us.
I remember being told when I was in Egypt all about the procedure for electing a new Coptic Pope. Following much prayer and presumably lots of jangly singing, the name was drawn by lot from three rolled up bits of paper that had been placed in a chalice.I remember remarking at the time to a…
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