This years book haul. Another Girard book is on pre-order and will get here whenever. Plenty to occupy myself with in the meantime.

Burning down the year’s accumulation of brush on NYE. This is way more fun than fireworks and I will not be entertaining further questions.

I’m now midway through the third year of formation. I submitted my final assignment for the last course and still have a fair amount of runway for the next course’s assignments. Reader, I am enjoying a nice break. Yesterday was my birthday, and I spent it the best way possible: mostly laying on the couch and reading. I started the day assisting at the 7AM daily mass, and ended it having dinner with my wife in an excellent little restaurant.

Reviewing the last few years of studies - I seem to come across one Big Idea every year. Some writer or concept that is mostly (if not entirely) brand-new and also sort of splits time into ‘before I knew this’ and ‘after I knew this.’ In the first year, it was René Girard’s theory of desire. In the second year, I went deep into Cassian’s Conferences and Institutes, and came away with a much deeper appreciation of the psychological insights of the desert movement. This past year, it was Charles Taylor’s work. One of my classes used James K.A. Smith’s How (Not) to be Secular, a whirlwind tour of Taylor’s A Secular Age. I received a copy of Taylor’s full book as a gift and can’t wait to get into it. There are apparently other books delayed but en route so I think my (leisure) reading time is pretty covered for a while to come.

The remainder of this academic year will cover the Church in America, a second round of catechetics, and the Eucharist. That last one will be taught by our vocations director (who has an STL and is now working on his JCL tl;dr, he’s wicked smart). He led our sacraments class, and to say it was rigorous is putting it mildly. I expect the same in this next class.

Advent is here, which means that it is about time for the annual reposting of William Tighe’s article Calculating Christmas:

It is true that the first evidence of Christians celebrating December 25th as the date of the Lord’s nativity comes from Rome some years after Aurelian, in A.D. 336, but there is evidence from both the Greek East and the Latin West that Christians attempted to figure out the date of Christ’s birth long before they began to celebrate it liturgically, even in the second and third centuries. The evidence indicates, in fact, that the attribution of the date of December 25th was a by-product of attempts to determine when to celebrate his death and resurrection.

How did this happen? There is a seeming contradiction between the date of the Lord’s death as given in the synoptic Gospels and in John’s Gospel. The synoptics would appear to place it on Passover Day (after the Lord had celebrated the Passover Meal on the preceding evening), and John on the Eve of Passover, just when the Passover lambs were being slaughtered in the Jerusalem Temple for the feast that was to ensue after sunset on that day.

Solving this problem involves answering the question of whether the Lord’s Last Supper was a Passover Meal, or a meal celebrated a day earlier, which we cannot enter into here. Suffice it to say that the early Church followed John rather than the synoptics, and thus believed that Christ’s death would have taken place on 14 Nisan, according to the Jewish lunar calendar. (Modern scholars agree, by the way, that the death of Christ could have taken place only in A.D. 30 or 33, as those two are the only years of that time when the eve of Passover could have fallen on a Friday, the possibilities being either 7 April 30 or 3 April 33.)

The end of the article references The Origins of the Liturgical Year by Thomas J. Talley. I can also attest that it is excellent if you’re interested in this sort of thing.

TL;DR Christmas was not borrowed from pagan Rome; evidence strongly suggests it was the other way around.

Having some fun with Bing and Dall-E. It doesn’t do well with text, these were the least-gibberish it produced.

Big pot of feijoada to feed a crowd tonight. Been going for about 5 hours.

The pears out front are putting on a real show this year.

It’s been a hot minute or two since the last update. First, the big news: another grandson! He was born on Monday, and everyone is - as you would expect - properly bonkers. His older brother - at a hoary not-quite-2 years old - was a little neutral at first but seems to be warming to him fast. Everyone is doing very well; praise God from whom all blessings glow.

A few of us are in the homestretch for this online Evangelization and Catechesis class, which has largely focused on the cultural landscape. This section’s readings have focused on Jordan Peterson’s 12 Rules for Life, which struck all sorts of chords when it came out a while back. Victor Frankl is on deck next, which wraps up the readings so we can pivot to final projects. As I was stretching at the end of a run the other day, my project idea came all at once, and I had to hustle to the car to get it down in an iPhone note before I forgot it.

Our in-person class next weekend concludes a Christology/Mariology sequence. The final presentation and paper are both in the can, so I can focus on studying for the written exam. And I ordered the books for next month’s liturgical practicum - the Roman Missal and Rite of Baptism for Children. This one is taught by our vicar general, who we love because he is awesome. I think we also have him for canon law next year.

Finished Loki. Started The Last Kingdom. Still working through Absalom, Absalom and a few other things. There’ll be a bit of a break as we head into December, which I will use to get caught up on personal reading and maybe fit in some Factorio or OpenTTD.

I hope and pray that you are well. When I pray the morning office, I always add two extra intercessions - one for the Church at work in the vineyard of Nashville and another for my family, friends, co-workers, and the larger community. That’s you, the one reading this.

It is possible that we will never meet this side of the veil of death. No matter. You were remembered this morning and will be again tomorrow and again the day after that. If God wills my ordination, I will carry you with me whenever I approach the altar or lift the chalice. If you pray, remember me and my brethren as well.

Smoking some briskets, drinking beer, and sitting around the pool listening to Jimmy Buffet. He made it to the Labor Day weekend show. 🏝️🍹🍔🦈🌴⛵️🎶🍺

Guilty, defiant, and ejected from the pool…for their own safety since the salt and chlorine will do them in. Back to the wild with you.

August, being rich arrayd

…in August in Mississippi there’s a few days somewhere about the middle of the month when suddenly there’s a foretaste of fall, it’s cool, there’s a lambence, a soft, a luminous quality to the light, as though it came not from just today but from back in the old classic times. It might have fauns and satyrs and the gods and—from Greece, from Olympus in it somewhere. It lasts just for a day or two, then it’s gone. . .the title reminded me of that time, of a luminosity older than our Christian civilization.
— William Faulkner

I was glad to stumble across this quote; I’ve seen the light he describes and have been chasing a way to describe it for years. The shadows fall just a certain way and the light takes on a sort of golden rosiness. It’s natural counterpart is a similar moment in an afternoon of late winter, and only in the woods. The lowering sun will illuminate some patch of moss, brilliant gold light on intense green against all the brown earth, snow and ice around it. It might still be frigid cold, but here’s the barest hint of spring and rebirth. Heading into fall there’s that one day you look up and the sky is has taken on that cobalt blue of fall, no matter how warm it still is outside. For spring it’s usually the first time I spot an insect; some tiny thing flying into a new world.

These little moments - almost like thin places, but in time - speak to us clearly in their silence and beauty, as if some ancient part of us reads these signs and responds in kind. This, we think, is what that poem or song was talking about. Here’s what that painter was trying to capture just so. Of course it is.

Must be time for another permanent #deacon formation weekend. #nashvocations #coffee #diaconate

Annual Cicada, rescued from the web of a bored spider outside my office window.