Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me.
Agreed. I remember when I first saw this.They reminded me in some ways of the Heralds of the Gospel.
Hilary,Their HQ is nearby, and they all attend my FSSP parish. I know quite a few of them, and I do have to say one thing - they throw a helluva Christmas party.
Trads are always the most fun.As I said in an interview once: how do you tell the neo-cons from the Trads at a party? The Neos will be standing in the middle of the living room, nursing a three-hour old beer, and talking earnestly to an audience of bored but polite people (none of them girls) about the Pope's latest encyclical. The Trads will be over in the corner with the recently-brought-in Anglicans balancing martini glasses on their noses while reciting off-colour poetry in Ancient Greek.
Since homofacists won't listen to reason, you think they'll listen to broken shin bones?
But seriously, what is the point of talking about how they're being abused by these people? When Paul wrote his epistles, the point of each epistle was a proclamation of the Gospel or some other spiritual/pastoral matter, with only brief mentions of his trials. Paul didn't whine. He carried out his duty until he was martyred.
They are quite geeky. I'm pleased that the picture they used to illustrate having bottles thrown at them was a bottle of Saranac beer.
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