Thursday, 19 February 2015
Pray to St. Joan of Arc
A saint not afraid to fight for God....recall that she was only nineteen when martyred.
St. Joan of France, An Annulled Queen and Foundress
http://www.anuncjatki.pl/eng/genesis.php
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_France,_Duchess_of_Berry
Here is her order today, with fantastic nuns. http://www.annonciade.info/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joan_of_France,_Duchess_of_Berry
Here is her order today, with fantastic nuns. http://www.annonciade.info/
The Alien Sojourner
I found a description of myself in the City of God. God's City "lives in this world's city, as far as its human element is concerned; but it lives there as an alien sojourner."
Those individuals who are members of this city belonging to God and who are aliens, are called in Latin, peregrinus, which is defined by the scholar who wrote the Introduction to my copy, as "either a free man who lives in a Roman city but who does not have rights of citizenship, or an actual wanderer, an 'outsider' with no home." As noted by this person, Augustine uses both definitions in his work.
The heart of the Catholic must always be that of the peregrinus. one who is not comfortable in the world, one who is on the outside, an alien in an alien land.
The New Jerusalem is our homeland, not this world. I have been fortunate to have been stripped of all things in order to really experience the sojourner lifestyle. But, whether one does on the outside or not, one must be a pergrinus on the inside, always ready to be separated and taken into God Alone. One's daily separations prepare us for death, of course, but also allow us to die daily to self-will.
Be a peregrinus.
BTW, there are several saints named Peregrinus.
Those individuals who are members of this city belonging to God and who are aliens, are called in Latin, peregrinus, which is defined by the scholar who wrote the Introduction to my copy, as "either a free man who lives in a Roman city but who does not have rights of citizenship, or an actual wanderer, an 'outsider' with no home." As noted by this person, Augustine uses both definitions in his work.
The heart of the Catholic must always be that of the peregrinus. one who is not comfortable in the world, one who is on the outside, an alien in an alien land.
The New Jerusalem is our homeland, not this world. I have been fortunate to have been stripped of all things in order to really experience the sojourner lifestyle. But, whether one does on the outside or not, one must be a pergrinus on the inside, always ready to be separated and taken into God Alone. One's daily separations prepare us for death, of course, but also allow us to die daily to self-will.
Be a peregrinus.
BTW, there are several saints named Peregrinus.
Sigh
http://southernorderspage.blogspot.com/2015/02/the-scandal-of-german-catholic-church.html
Somehow, this does not surprise me and I am trying to raise 100,000 for a house of Adoration.
Somehow, this does not surprise me and I am trying to raise 100,000 for a house of Adoration.
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
A Hidden Place for God
Because of the cold snap, I cannot go outside because of the chilblains, which flare up immediately.
Lots of prayer time. Please consider my plea for money in order to set up a house of Adoration in this place of corruption. I cannot do this without help.
The plan is this.
Daily Adoration with those women, single or married, who want to come and stay for a short while, or long while and adore Christ in the Eucharist.
Daily Divine Office according to the Monastic Diurnal, at least Lauds, Vespers and Compline.
Shared meals in silence, with an hour of talk in the afternoon for community building.
Simplicity of domain, wooden furniture, few comforts, silence.
Offerings accepted according to income only. Stays from one day to one month.
Plan is for enough women to sign on so that 24/7 Adoration for the intentions and protection of priests, bishops, and cardinals, and prayers for the pope can occur.
Group rosary optional but invited.
I have a house in mind but I would need a benefactor or two to cover the price of the house, taxes, fees and utilities. I have the backing of my son, which is good.
If I do not have a place, I cannot approach the local bishop, who I think would be open to the Presence of Christ in the Eucharist in a private setting.
God is telling me to stay away from government status of charity, as these can be followed and shut down asap in a hostile environment, whereas a private home can remain a hidden place for God.
Once ssm is passed by the Supreme Court, America will become hostile territory for priests, bishops, cardinals, who are faithful.
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com/2015/02/remember-my-plea-two-years-ago.html
Lots of prayer time. Please consider my plea for money in order to set up a house of Adoration in this place of corruption. I cannot do this without help.
The plan is this.
Daily Adoration with those women, single or married, who want to come and stay for a short while, or long while and adore Christ in the Eucharist.
Daily Divine Office according to the Monastic Diurnal, at least Lauds, Vespers and Compline.
Shared meals in silence, with an hour of talk in the afternoon for community building.
Simplicity of domain, wooden furniture, few comforts, silence.
Offerings accepted according to income only. Stays from one day to one month.
Plan is for enough women to sign on so that 24/7 Adoration for the intentions and protection of priests, bishops, and cardinals, and prayers for the pope can occur.
Group rosary optional but invited.
I have a house in mind but I would need a benefactor or two to cover the price of the house, taxes, fees and utilities. I have the backing of my son, which is good.
If I do not have a place, I cannot approach the local bishop, who I think would be open to the Presence of Christ in the Eucharist in a private setting.
God is telling me to stay away from government status of charity, as these can be followed and shut down asap in a hostile environment, whereas a private home can remain a hidden place for God.
Once ssm is passed by the Supreme Court, America will become hostile territory for priests, bishops, cardinals, who are faithful.
http://supertradmum-etheldredasplace.blogspot.com/2015/02/remember-my-plea-two-years-ago.html
News from SPUC
WEDNESDAY, 18 FEBRUARY 2015
Department for Education promotes “traffic light” tool that condones under-age sex
The UK law is clear that sexual activity under the age of 16 is unlawful. Nevertheless, the Department for Education has funded[1] and recommended as a useful resource a Brook “traffic light” system that condones underage sex. The system has been adopted by at least one County Council[2]. (Brook Advisory Service is one of Britain's leading abortion referral organisations, specialising in advising young people - including those under 16 - about abortion, sex, STIs etc).
The traffic light system is not distributed to young people but is intended to “inform” teachers and other professionals working with children and young people.
The tool identifies green, amber and red behaviours. Green behaviours – according to Brook – “reflect safe and healthy sexual development”[3], and “provide opportunities to give positive feedback”. Those behaviours include “consenting oral and/or penetrative sex with others of the same or opposite gender who are of similar age and developmental ability” – even where those engaged in the activities are in the 13-15 age group.
Activities classified as amber rather than red include “following others into toilets or changing rooms to look at them or touch them” and “pulling other children’s pants down/skirts up/trousers down against their will”. These behaviours, according to Brook, merely “have the potential”[4] to be unsafe and unhealthy behaviour.
Brook have denied that the tool condones any particular sexual behaviours, but Norman Wells, director of the Family Education Trust, comments that “if giving positive feedback to sexually active children aged 13, 14 and 15 isn’t condoning and encouraging underage sex, then I don’t know what is!”.
If you are concerned about what is happening in schools in the name of sex education, please contact SPUC at politics@spuc.org.uk to find out how you can challenge parliamentary candidates in the forthcoming general election on this issue and on other vital pro-life issues.
If you are concerned about what is happening in schools in the name of sex education, please contact SPUC at politics@spuc.org.uk to find out how you can challenge parliamentary candidates in the forthcoming general election on this issue and on other vital pro-life issues.
A Pizza Story
My son is hysterically funny. I asked God before he was born for him to have a sense of humor, as I was convinced that with a mom like me, he would need one.
Last week, after fifty years (yes! from 1965 on), I ordered the worst pizza I had ever paid for in my life. I could not get out as I had no car and it was way too cold to walk to the McDonald's. I had no food in the house
Not only was the order one and a half-hours late, but the crust was greasy, the sausage all clumped up on two slices only, and the entire thing was cold, stone cold.
I phoned and ordered an immediate replacement, as I had paid for this, plus a delivery fee, plus a nice tip for the young driver.
The manager told me the replacement would be out to me in thirty-five minutes.
Another hour and ten minutes passed and I phoned, cancelled this replacement, and demanded the money for the pizza back.
No apologies from either manager or sullen driver. I got the pizza money back, not the delivery charge or the tip.
This was a mid-week delivery, not a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.
Four days later, the owner of the store phoned me and said he had trouble getting adequate help, and that he had told his pizza makers about the clumping sausage before this. "Inadequate help"?
The owner said that if I ever ordered a pizza from them again, I would get a discount. He also said the normal time for delivery was an hour and a half. No way will I order from them again. This was an Italian family place as well, and not a chain. One cannot support Pizza Hut anymore as they support P.P.
From ordering time until the pizza refund was made, three hours had passed. My son commented later that maybe, me with a slight English accent, they thought I was European and wanted me to feel at home giving me bad pizza and bad service.
Well, my pizza ordering days are over.
Customer service in America has tanked.
Now, my lovely son said, "Mum, this seems to be a defining moment in your life.?
After getting off the floor, ROFL, I thought of this and realized that, indeed, America has changed for the worse. This little episode encapsulates, sloth, greed, and the lack of the good, old-fashioned work ethic.
My first pizza outside of mom's Chef Boyardee in the 1960s, was bought by my boyfriend on my very first date in my life. It was New Year's Eve,1965, and this nice young man, a Lutheran, with whom I had many discussions and learned apologetics mid-stream, and his friend took me out. I had to ask my dad's permission, as I was not allowed to date until I was sixteen, two days later. Dad, who had known this family (our neighbors) for over twenty years, said yes, and we three went to the "new" Pizza Hut. I remember that I was wearing a white with giant black polka-dot turtle neck, a black pleated skirt and had the latest Soho-look hair cut, long, but straight and "going under", but that night I had my hair up in a pony tail. I must have weighed about ninety-six pounds and ate like a pig, having very high metabolism and being a workaholic already at almost sixteen. The pizza was great!
Great pizzas and I grew up together in the Midwest, with Chicago-style pizzas and various new and even Catholic pizza places opening up for the Boomers. In college, pizza deliveries were regular things for us all in study groups. And, as a single mom, the pizza delivery was a treat for son and me.
When we had seminarians in for movie night, pizzas became almost a sacred occurrence for these "starving boys" along with chicken wings, bread sticks, cheese bread, beer and soda.
No more...
I guess I am now out of my pizza delivery stage. A "defining moment"? I am even more grown-up than before and sometimes the little things tell us more about life in a culture than the big ones.
Sad, the America of the past is gone...and the pizza symbolizes the story.
Last week, after fifty years (yes! from 1965 on), I ordered the worst pizza I had ever paid for in my life. I could not get out as I had no car and it was way too cold to walk to the McDonald's. I had no food in the house
Not only was the order one and a half-hours late, but the crust was greasy, the sausage all clumped up on two slices only, and the entire thing was cold, stone cold.
I phoned and ordered an immediate replacement, as I had paid for this, plus a delivery fee, plus a nice tip for the young driver.
The manager told me the replacement would be out to me in thirty-five minutes.
Another hour and ten minutes passed and I phoned, cancelled this replacement, and demanded the money for the pizza back.
No apologies from either manager or sullen driver. I got the pizza money back, not the delivery charge or the tip.
This was a mid-week delivery, not a Friday, Saturday, or Sunday.
Four days later, the owner of the store phoned me and said he had trouble getting adequate help, and that he had told his pizza makers about the clumping sausage before this. "Inadequate help"?
The owner said that if I ever ordered a pizza from them again, I would get a discount. He also said the normal time for delivery was an hour and a half. No way will I order from them again. This was an Italian family place as well, and not a chain. One cannot support Pizza Hut anymore as they support P.P.
From ordering time until the pizza refund was made, three hours had passed. My son commented later that maybe, me with a slight English accent, they thought I was European and wanted me to feel at home giving me bad pizza and bad service.
Well, my pizza ordering days are over.
Customer service in America has tanked.
Now, my lovely son said, "Mum, this seems to be a defining moment in your life.?
After getting off the floor, ROFL, I thought of this and realized that, indeed, America has changed for the worse. This little episode encapsulates, sloth, greed, and the lack of the good, old-fashioned work ethic.
My first pizza outside of mom's Chef Boyardee in the 1960s, was bought by my boyfriend on my very first date in my life. It was New Year's Eve,1965, and this nice young man, a Lutheran, with whom I had many discussions and learned apologetics mid-stream, and his friend took me out. I had to ask my dad's permission, as I was not allowed to date until I was sixteen, two days later. Dad, who had known this family (our neighbors) for over twenty years, said yes, and we three went to the "new" Pizza Hut. I remember that I was wearing a white with giant black polka-dot turtle neck, a black pleated skirt and had the latest Soho-look hair cut, long, but straight and "going under", but that night I had my hair up in a pony tail. I must have weighed about ninety-six pounds and ate like a pig, having very high metabolism and being a workaholic already at almost sixteen. The pizza was great!
Great pizzas and I grew up together in the Midwest, with Chicago-style pizzas and various new and even Catholic pizza places opening up for the Boomers. In college, pizza deliveries were regular things for us all in study groups. And, as a single mom, the pizza delivery was a treat for son and me.
When we had seminarians in for movie night, pizzas became almost a sacred occurrence for these "starving boys" along with chicken wings, bread sticks, cheese bread, beer and soda.
No more...
I guess I am now out of my pizza delivery stage. A "defining moment"? I am even more grown-up than before and sometimes the little things tell us more about life in a culture than the big ones.
Sad, the America of the past is gone...and the pizza symbolizes the story.
Mic'd Up Tonight
...will be on pornography. I suggest all parents watch this.
And singles...8:00 EST.
http://www.churchmilitant.tv/platform/?today=2015-02-18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGpV2vrk_yU
As pornography begins to step into mainstream culture, Michael Voris breaks down the dangers of its use, including several lesser known issues such as the psychological costs and the growing problem of porn marketed to women. Featuring Christine Niles, Psychologist Dr. Peter Kleponis, and Mark Houck of The King's Men.
And singles...8:00 EST.
http://www.churchmilitant.tv/platform/?today=2015-02-18
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGpV2vrk_yU
Mic'd Up : Fifty Shades of Black
As pornography begins to step into mainstream culture, Michael Voris breaks down the dangers of its use, including several lesser known issues such as the psychological costs and the growing problem of porn marketed to women. Featuring Christine Niles, Psychologist Dr. Peter Kleponis, and Mark Houck of The King's Men.
A Real Priest
As below zero temperatures and snow hit the Midwest, a priest I know is going out on rounds in his all-wheel-drive SUV with ashes and communion. God bless him.
It is bad in NY as well.
It is bad in NY as well.
On not getting to church from a reader...
Your experience of ecclesial isolation due to lack of transport is sadly not uncommon. back in the early 2000’s one of the large US Conferences conducted a survey of its members with vision impairment that prevented them from driving. Only 20%, yes, twenty percent of individuals surveyed who wished to attend church regularly were actually able to do so due to lack of transport. I daresay this experience could be replicated across various disability groups and geographically isolated individuals trans-denominational in instances where safe, regular and reliable quick public transport is not in existence – even in comparisons with getting to church in NYC as opposed to suburban, urban and upstate NY. One or two more forward thinking congregations I had been involved with acquired a minibus and bused in parishioners, the drivers being reliable volunteers. Other instances, I received rides but was considered the burden. I've mentioned it before and I’ll mention it again. NO or EF, the most welcoming church will be that with the most number of persons with disability in attendance, especially those without transport/those needing accommodations to participate in church life. In a twist of irony, the wealthier the church, the less helpful/accommodating/welcoming its membership, especially in the Anglo-sphere (I can attest to this across three denominations including two Catholic rites. If I’d had no husband to take me to the EF on occasion, the chances are that I would not have gotten there at all; priests wonderful, parishioners, only a handful even talked to me and one trad lad almost fell to pieces at the prospect of guiding me through the maze that was the church’s entrance into its courtyard and into the church. I had to press him into service to actually guide me – him holding my sleeve tentatively as though he’d scald himself. On the other hand, Fr. ..... on the odd occasion he guided me, guided me properly and was happy to do so, also a very effective guide and all-round excellent gentleman. When those who sat on their hands rather than giving you a ride receive their ashes today your time, I wonder what they’ll think when exhorted to ‘Repent and believe the Gospel’.
Pray for me
I think this is only the second Ash Wednesday I have not been able to go to in my entire life, that I can remember, and I have a great memory.
Sad, that no one is this rich, large parish can pick up someone without a car.
That is my penance for today-The secretary could not find a ride for me even for Sunday.
Sad, that no one is this rich, large parish can pick up someone without a car.
That is my penance for today-The secretary could not find a ride for me even for Sunday.
If the Muslims get to Rome...
this Pope could be the one martyred in St. John Bosco's vision of the Two Pillars.
On the top of one column, there is the statue of the Immaculate Virgin, from whose feet hangs a large placard with this inscription: Auxilium Christianorum - "Help of Christians";
On the other column, which is much higher and bigger, stands a Host of great size proportionate to the column and beneath is another placard with the words: Salus Credentium - Salvation of the Faithful (Believers).
"The supreme commander of the big ship is the Sovereign Pontiff. He, seeing the fury of the enemies and the evils among which his faithful find themselves, determines to summon around himself the captains of the smaller ships to hold a council and decide what is to be done.
All the captains come aboard and gather around the Pope. They hold a meeting, but meantime the wind and the waves gather in storm, so they are sent back to control their own ships. There comes a short lull; for a second time the Pope gathers the captains around him, while the flag-ship goes on its course. But the frightful storm returns. The Pope stands at the helm and all his energies are directed to steering the ship towards those two columns from whose summits hang many anchors and strong hooks linked to chains.
"All the enemy ships move to attack it, and they try in every way to stop it and to sink it: some with books and writings or inflammable materials, of which they are full; others with firearms, with rifles and with rams. The battle rages ever more relentlessly. The enemy prows thrust violently, but their efforts and impact prove useless. They make attempts in vain and waste all their labor and ammunition; the big ship goes safely and smoothly on its way. Sometimes it happens that, struck by formidable blows, it gets large, deep gaps in its sides; but no sooner is the harm done that a gentle breeze blows from the two columns and the cracks close up and the gaps are stopped immediately.
Meanwhile, the guns of the assailants are blown up, the rifles and other arms and prows are broken; many ships are shattered and sink into the sea. Then, the frenzied enemies strive to fight hand to hand, with fists, with blows, with blasphemy and with curses.
"Suddenly the Pope falls gravely wounded. Immediately, those who are with him run to help him and they lift him up. A second time the Pope is struck, he falls again and dies. A shout of victory and joy rings out amongst the enemies; from their ships an unspeakable mockery arises.
But hardly is the Pontiff dead than another takes his place. The pilots, having met together, have elected the Pope so promptly that the news of the death of the Pope coincides with the news of the election of the successor. The adversaries begin to lose courage.
"The new Pope, putting the enemy to rout and overcoming every obstacle, guides the ship right up to the two columns and comes to rest between them; he makes it fast with a light chain that hangs from the bow to an anchor of the column on which stands the Host; and with another light chain which hangs from the stern, he fastens it at the opposite end to another anchor hanging from the column on which stands the Immaculate Virgin.
At this point, a great convulsion takes place. All the ships that until then had fought against the Pope's ship are scattered; they flee away, collide and break to pieces one against another. Some sink and try to sink others. Several small ships that had fought gallantly for the Pope race to be the first to bind themselves to those two columns. Many other ships, having retreated through fear of the battle, cautiously watch from far away; the wrecks of the broken ships having been scattered in the whirlpools of the sea, they in their turn sail in good earnest to those two columns, and having reached them, they make themselves fast to the hooks hanging down from them and their they remain safe, together with the principal ship, on which is the Pope. Over the sea their reigns a great calm."
"Imagine yourself to be with me on the seashore, or better, on an isolated rock and not to see any patch of land other than that under your feet. On the whole of that vast sheet of water you see an innumerable fleet of ships in battle array. The prows of the ships are formed into sharp, spear-like points so that wherever they are thrust they pierce and completely destroy. These ships are armed with cannons, with lots of rifles, with incendiary materials, with other firearms of all kinds, and also with books, and advance against a ship very much bigger and higher than themselves and try to dash against it with the prows or burn it or in some way to do it every possible harm."
"As escorts to that majestic fully equipped ship, there are many smaller ships, which receive commands by signal from it and carry out movements to defend themselves from the opposing fleet. In the midst of the immense expanse of sea, two mighty columns of great height arise a little distance the one from the other.On the top of one column, there is the statue of the Immaculate Virgin, from whose feet hangs a large placard with this inscription: Auxilium Christianorum - "Help of Christians";
On the other column, which is much higher and bigger, stands a Host of great size proportionate to the column and beneath is another placard with the words: Salus Credentium - Salvation of the Faithful (Believers).
"The supreme commander of the big ship is the Sovereign Pontiff. He, seeing the fury of the enemies and the evils among which his faithful find themselves, determines to summon around himself the captains of the smaller ships to hold a council and decide what is to be done.
All the captains come aboard and gather around the Pope. They hold a meeting, but meantime the wind and the waves gather in storm, so they are sent back to control their own ships. There comes a short lull; for a second time the Pope gathers the captains around him, while the flag-ship goes on its course. But the frightful storm returns. The Pope stands at the helm and all his energies are directed to steering the ship towards those two columns from whose summits hang many anchors and strong hooks linked to chains.
"All the enemy ships move to attack it, and they try in every way to stop it and to sink it: some with books and writings or inflammable materials, of which they are full; others with firearms, with rifles and with rams. The battle rages ever more relentlessly. The enemy prows thrust violently, but their efforts and impact prove useless. They make attempts in vain and waste all their labor and ammunition; the big ship goes safely and smoothly on its way. Sometimes it happens that, struck by formidable blows, it gets large, deep gaps in its sides; but no sooner is the harm done that a gentle breeze blows from the two columns and the cracks close up and the gaps are stopped immediately.
Meanwhile, the guns of the assailants are blown up, the rifles and other arms and prows are broken; many ships are shattered and sink into the sea. Then, the frenzied enemies strive to fight hand to hand, with fists, with blows, with blasphemy and with curses.
"Suddenly the Pope falls gravely wounded. Immediately, those who are with him run to help him and they lift him up. A second time the Pope is struck, he falls again and dies. A shout of victory and joy rings out amongst the enemies; from their ships an unspeakable mockery arises.
But hardly is the Pontiff dead than another takes his place. The pilots, having met together, have elected the Pope so promptly that the news of the death of the Pope coincides with the news of the election of the successor. The adversaries begin to lose courage.
"The new Pope, putting the enemy to rout and overcoming every obstacle, guides the ship right up to the two columns and comes to rest between them; he makes it fast with a light chain that hangs from the bow to an anchor of the column on which stands the Host; and with another light chain which hangs from the stern, he fastens it at the opposite end to another anchor hanging from the column on which stands the Immaculate Virgin.
At this point, a great convulsion takes place. All the ships that until then had fought against the Pope's ship are scattered; they flee away, collide and break to pieces one against another. Some sink and try to sink others. Several small ships that had fought gallantly for the Pope race to be the first to bind themselves to those two columns. Many other ships, having retreated through fear of the battle, cautiously watch from far away; the wrecks of the broken ships having been scattered in the whirlpools of the sea, they in their turn sail in good earnest to those two columns, and having reached them, they make themselves fast to the hooks hanging down from them and their they remain safe, together with the principal ship, on which is the Pope. Over the sea their reigns a great calm."
The City of God, Again
Re-reading the City of God after many years, (I taught this last in college in 2004), I am struck by the clarity of St. Augustine and the care which he took in writing this masterpiece.
He wrote to St. Jerome for translations of Greek commentaries on the Scriptures. He used his classical education in philosophy and religion, as well as rhetoric, applying these disciplines to his genius. He obviously prayed while writing, as it took him so long to finish the book.
Some commentators, and I disagree with them, claim St. Augustine never threw off the false philosophy of dualism. No one with Augustine's acumen would have kept this fallacy of perspective after discovering the truth of Christ, the richness of the Old Testament and New Testament revelations, and his, Augustine's own infused knowledge coming from grace.
What some worldly, and to be honest, Anglican, commentators have done is deny that there are two cities, own created by God and one by men. That these two cities grow side-by-side until the Second Coming of Christ seems more and more difficult to understand for many, who only perceive the City of Man. One cannot understand the City of God as an image, a symbol for the Kingdom of God without studying some Scripture and some philosophy. But, for adults to tackle this book seems more important to me now than ever, as we stand on the brink of the complete destruction of Western Civilization as we have known it.
Some of my friends have said to me that they no longer love America, or England, or France. I remind them that patriotism is a minor virtue, but that one can love the "real" nation and not the one which has fallen into decay and corruption.
That Augustine loved Rome as Rome is clear, but he did not love the degradation and the false history of the founding of Rome. He knew that Rome was limited, just as men and women are limited in material ways.
According to Augustine, the City of Man exists for the fallen angels as well, a place of suffering for those pure spirits who disobeyed God and were condemned instantly for that rebellion.
Another quick point, and I shall return to this again, is Augustine's assurance that the fall of Rome was just punishment for great evils. In fact, he implies that the punishment could have been worse.
Think on this....to be continued...
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