Now the naked emporer of Metro has quit the throne.
Catoe declared–with apparently no sense of irony whatsoever–that his last day in office will be April 2. That is, Good Friday…
…Eighty-one years ago today, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was born. Stay tuned for more on this–we will publish an earth-shattering homily tomorrow…
…Solid Hoya victory last night.
But there is no rest for the weary: ‘Nova at high noon on Sunday! Let’s throw down the holy gauntlet and fight for Catholic-school dominance!!
…Now, dear reader: I know that sometimes you say to yourself (while malingering here on this website), “What in the world is this blog really all about? I mean, really! It is just a little too strange.”
Well, I finally found the perfect explanation for all these insufferable posts that I put up here. It explains why they stink.
The explanation comes, of course, from the preaching of our hero and premier hall-of-famer, St. Augustine.
In his sermon explaining the Parable of the Wedding Banquet, he explains how the banquet of Christ is a banquet of faith. Our bodily senses do not perceive it.
As he explains this, he gives the best possible analogy for the preaching ministry, as practiced by your unworthy servant:
We for our part have perceived nothing about the Lord through the outer senses of taste, smell, touch, and sight. We have heard with our hearing and believed with our hearts.
And what we heard did not come from Christ’s own mouth, but from the mouths of His preachers–from the mouths of those who were already dining with Him at His banquet, and invited us to join them by belching their appreciation for the feast. (Sermon 112)
I dine at the banquet of Christ. I eat my fill. I belch. And the rest is weblog history.