Link to yesterday’s post.
Holy Father, thank You for how well the next days situation is untangling itself, allowing for the perspective of a short but warm family time. I pray You that everyone has an at least as joyous Christmas week as mine. May the Kabbal collapse soon.
AGENDA
Today we celebrate Saint Thorlak: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Thorlak
Born in 1133 at Hlíðarendi in the see of Skálholt in southern Iceland, Thorlak was from an agrarian family. He was ordained a deacon before he was fifteen and a priest at the age of eighteen. He studied abroad at Paris with the Victorines, where he learned the Rule of Saint Augustine from roughly 1153 to 1159, and then studied canon law in Lincoln. Returning to Iceland in 1165, Thorlak founded a monastery of Canons Regular at Þykkvabær after refusing to marry a rich widow. There he devoted himself to a strictly religious life, refusing to marry (many other Icelandic priests were married) and devoting himself to reciting the Our Father, the Creed, and a hymn, as well as fifty Psalms. Thorlak was consecrated a bishop by Augustine of Nidaros and worked to regulate the Augustinian Rule in Iceland, as well as eradicate simony, lay patronage, and clerical incontinency. Thorlak's life and dozens of his miracles are described in great detail in the Icelandic saga Þorláks saga helga (the Saga of Saint Thorlak), republished in Icelandic on the occasion of John Paul II's visit to Iceland in 1989. It seems likely that Thorlak's informal sanctification in the Church in Iceland, promoted by Latin texts on which this was based, "was arranged in Icelandic ecclesiastical circles, clerics of both dioceses being conspicuous in reports of early miracles". Thorlak was officially recognised as a saint of the Roman Catholic Church on 14 January 1984, when John Paul II canonized him and declared him the patron saint of Iceland.
YouVersion Bible verse of the day
- Isaiah 40:31: But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
THE NUMBER 781
From https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/700_(number)#780s :
- 781 = 11 × 71
- sum of powers of 5/repdigit in base 5 (11111)
- Mertens function(781) = 0
- lazy caterer number (sequence A000124 in the OEIS)
NETBIBLE ENTRY FOR INDEX #781
- asophos: (1) unwise, foolish
Matching Bible verses
- Eph 5:15: Therefore be very careful how you live – not as unwise but as wise
BIBLE VERSE MATCHING 71:11
- Psalm 71:11: (In You, O LORD, I Have Taken Refuge) …[For my enemies speak against me, and those who lie in wait for my life conspire,] saying, “God has forsaken him; pursue him and seize him, for there is no one to rescue him.” [Be not far from me, O God. Hurry, O my God, to help me.]…
Q DROP #781
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See you tomorrow, Frens!🤓
May she live long and healthy.
Thank you. She is so spoiled that at Christmas (this is the first year I haven't done it) that I used to have 'Mine and George's Christmas" on the 23rd of December which would have been today. However I couldn't do it as George's daughter Victoria moved in with us for a while and I don't have any place for some furniture in the living room to store so I could put up a real 7 foot Christmas tree, so we couldn't do it this year. Anyway, once all the gifts came out and opened, I would pass out all the stockings. Izzy would patiently sit there and wait for hers as she knew she would have one. One year, I held hers back for last, and she began to whimper when all the kids had emptied theirs. But once George handed her/dumped the stocking, she was happy as any kid sitting there. She gets her stocking filled every year. We fill it with squeaky toys, chew bones, dog treats and anything else we think she'd like.
That is a beautiful story to share, Mary. My cat Sir Rupert Mcfluffybutt, always had his own stocking as well. Toys, treats and catnip. He died last year and I miss him more each day.. my best friend. He would lay on my chest as we watched TV together.
I'm so sorry to hear about Mcfluffybutt. He sounds like a wonderful companion. That's like when Izzy was young; 12 years ago to be exact so she was about 3 yo. I was in college for 2 years and every time I had an exam, I would sit with my legs crossed in the recliner with Izzy in the curve of my legs and a book spread out across her body. She was a great book prop. She still thinks it's okay to do that. And speaking of dog names, I used to have a dog named TJ McDoogle. He was a white poodle mix. Very cute dog. Again, sorry to hear about your cat. I had one named Tiger who lived to a ripe old age too. My kids first pet.
Thanks for the kind words. Always remember to keep a few human friends around. If all your friends are furry. It is lonely when they leave you early on. RIP McDoogle.