As you can see, this was written and posted yesterday, after a Thanksgiving lunch for seven people: an Italian, a German lady, a Frenchwoman, a Spaniard, a Brit (me) and two Americans, Reb being one.
Spanish the lingua franca.
… All this on top of revelations that accounts of his (Jesus's) minute Mother-to-be
wowing the assembled slippered pantaloons in the Temple with her reasoned argument for
advocating skepticism regarding the metaphysical content of Logical Positivism,
or whatever – were probably all made up by journalists. What is the world
coming to? is fast becoming Toad’s mantra.
And a lot of it is Pope
The bit about the animals in the manger was particularly
upsetting, as that seemed the most believable part of the story. If it was a
manger, it was bound to have animals in it. Surely?
To be sure, none of thes above notions is essential belief for a Catholic. But they tend to come mixed in with other ideas that are considered essential. To me, the idea that there were animals present at the birth of Christ is no more fanciful than, say, that God consists of three persons in one. One what? Simple Prudence suggests a certain amount of reserve concerning it all. (But then, she would.)
One of these days I'll get back to A Day In The Life Of Me. As soon as I can. Bit busy living, just now.