Three Saturnes

First 

arrest

for the clone

repeats source's

crime.

The 

dragon

hungrily

watched as the knight 

neared.

Two 

robots

stood rusted

with batteries

dead.

Pax et bonum

May 20 in Catholic History - Nicaea

On May 20, 325, the First Council of Nicaea convened to address the Arian controversy over the nature of Jesus. The Council also considered such issues at the date of Easter, clerical celibacy, and Canon Law.

The Council was called by Roman Emperor Constnatine to help resolve church disputes peacefully. One of the attendees was St. Nicholas, Bishop of Myra, who, according to legend was less that was peaceful, slapping Arius, who contended the Jesus was a created being, and was distinct from God the Father.

The Council formulated the Nicene Creed which declared Jesus is consubstantial with the Father, not created by God and distinct from God. The Arian heresy did not go away immediately, however. Indeed, it lingers still in such denominations like Jehovah's Witnesses and some Churches of Christ.

The Council began the process of resolving some of the other disputes.

The alleged incident with St. Nicholas inspired one of my clerihews:

At Nicaea, St. Nicholas
slapped a naughty Arius.
Since then he's found a list does fine
to help keep those who stray in line.

Pax et bonum

Daily Posts

Over on some other sites I am posting almost daily, largely short pieces about Catholic history. For example, today I posted:

On May 19, 1935, Pope Pius XI canonized Sir Thomas More and Cardinal John Fisher. King Henry VIII ordered the two men executed in 1535 for refusing to accept him as head of the Church of England.

Ss. Thomas More and John Fisher are now the patron saints of the Diocese of Rochester, N.Y. Cardinal Fisher was the Bishop of Rochester in England. He was the only Bishop not to give in to Henry. And More represented what a Catholic politician should do.

I will continue such Catholic posts. I want to try to promote the faith and not get caught up in pointless debates. 

Pax et bonum

Limericks to Share

There once was a young man from Gates,
whose skateboarding tempted the fates.
He tried a new trick,
but landed on brick -
now six months of rehab awaits.

A sweet-toothed baker named Sue
paused to decide what to do.
She sampled, you see,
a spoonful, or three,
and now all the frosting is through.

There was a young lady from Old Miss,
whose favorite pastime was to kiss.
She kissed Tom, Dick, and Harry,
Moe, Shemp, Curly, and Larry,
that puckering miss from Old Miss.

There was a young lady from Ealing
who put on a dress too revealing.
There were 14 sprained necks
and two auto wrecks
when she walked down the main street of Ealing.

The thing that startled Miss Cryder,
was not the mortician beside her.
It’s when she beheld,
the pan that now held
the insides no longer inside her.

A mad doc from South Aldersgate,
when asked why he never does date,
said, "Dating's a pain,
and so I'll refrain.
Besides, I can make my own mate.”

There was a young man from Belaire
whose head was deficient in hair.
He tried ev’ry lotion
and nostrum and potion,
but none could cut down on the glare

There is a young lady in Kuhn
who simply can’t carry a tune.
When she starts to sing,
the birds all take wing,
except for a tone-deaf old loon.

Community players most brave,
a performance of "Tempest" once gave.
Said a wit, "Now let's see
if it's Bacon or he -
that is, Shakespeare - who's turned in his grave.

An earnest young preacher named Breven
droned on about deadly sins seven.
Although he meant well,
his style was pure hell,
and drove many a lost soul from heaven.

There was an old lady from Greece
who signed a 90-year lease.
She hoped death would pause,
when he read the clause
that gave no release from the lease.

A young man once went off to college
intent on gaining some knowledge.
He learned lots they say,
about new ways to play
and that’s how he flunked out of college.

The orating mayor of Fort Bragg,
died when he crashed in his Jag.
Some wits noted later,
he met his creator
thanks to a faulty air bag.

At Halloween, ghosts misbehave.
They howl and shriek. They rant and rave.
They pop into view;
do nasty things, too.
So be warned - and get off my grave.

A bellowing bowser named Bruno
had a master who moved up to Juneau.
Now Bruno liked trees,
but in Juneau things freeze,
so Bruno’s now barking soprano.

At the apple fest I took a peek
at cars displayed there for the week.
I soon grew dismayed
to learn that cars made
my birth year are now called antique.

The truth about Orville Van Vleck
was revealed soon after the wreck.
His bride of one year
discovered her dear
left two other widows Van Vleck.

There once was a man with a wife
whose moods were the bane of his life.
When he did her in,
he said, with a grin,
“Divorce causes much too much strife.”

There was an old man with a wife
whose moods were a source of great strife.
At his murder trial,
he said, with a smile,
“Paroled from that sentence of life.”

There is an old lady from Gates,
Who keeps talking `bout what she hates.
Children, the weather,
The French, whatever –
No wonder she’s had seven mates.

Pax et bonum

Next up ...

I performed for the first time in decades in a coffee house concert back om March 31. My set consisted of :

"I’m Gonna Live ‘til the Day I Die" (original)
"Bottle of Wine" (Tom Paxton)
"Tie Me Kangaroo Down Sport" (Rolf Harris)
"I Am Going Home" (original)
"Oh, Sinner Man" (traditional)
"There’s a Great Big Monster Under My Bed" (original)
"Walking Down the Line" (Bob Dylan)
"Get Up and Go" (Pete Seeger)

I've been thinking of doing more. This Tuesday the local folk society has a sing around at which everyone does a song or two, I've been practicing some songs, two of which I'm considering: "Never Ending Song of Love" (Delaney and Bonnie Bramlett), and an original I've been working on, "Lilacs in Season". The "Lilacs" song is fitting as our city hosts a Lilac Festival every year, and we are currently in the midst of it.

I've been practicing a few other songs that might be added to a future set.

"Well May the World Go" (Pete Seeger)
"Helpless" (Neil Young)
"Morning Has Broken" (Eleanor Farjeon)
"How Can I Keep From Singing (traditional)
"There's a Place in the World for a Gambler" (Dan Fogelberg)
"Lonely People" (America)
"I Shall Be Released" (Bob Dylan)

The first group and these new songs would give me more than an hour's set. I've been practicing more and more, so my voice - and my fingers - can hold up.

Do I see myself playing out a couple of times a week or at bars/brew houses? No. And to make money? No. More likely, occasional coffee house settings or open mic nights will be my limit.

Which is fine by me. I just enjoy it.

Pax et bonum

I Am Third

At Mass this morning the priest in his homily mentioned a gift he received when he was first ordained.

An elderly woman had cross-stitched a small rectangle with the words "I AM THIRD". He asked her what she meant, and she explained that for a Christian God comes first, other people come second, and the person comes third. He noted that the theology she expressed was more profound than anything he could articulate, and it's a message he's tried to keep in mind in his priestly ministry.

That part of his homily has stuck with me all day.

As a dad and husband, the message made sense to me. I would always make sure my family's needs were met first. I would make sure they were served first at meals, for example. I would buy new shoes or clothing for my children before I would buy any for myself. I always tried to think of ways to make life easier for my wife, even if it meant sacrificing in some ways on my part. When watching television, for example, I might have wanted to watch a baseball game, but if there was something on she wanted to watch, we'd watch what she wanted and I wouldn't say anything. I once even turned down a good-paying job that would have taken me away for extended periods of time and kept me from being there for my children's school events, Scouts, and so on. Family came first.  

But Father was right: The elderly woman's message was theologically more profound than just being a good dad.

God has to come first. Above job. Above sports. Above sleeping in on Sundays. Above ambition and compromising. 

Then other people - family, but others as well - come next. 

I've always tried to live that way but have failed at times. The homily was a good reminder.

Pax et bonum

Mysteries

I am a fan of mysteries and police procedurals, but with certain caveats.

I don't like mysteries with graphic violence, sex and immorality, excessive foul language, and pervasive cynicism. And I find the "Hallmark" kind of mysteries aimed at women to be kind of boring. 

I prefer the old-fashioned mysteries, and what is sometimes called cosies. 

Part of the attraction for me is that in a world tainted by evil the best mysteries have good defeating some of that evil. There is a sense of justice, and in some of the good ones (like the Father Brown ones or those of Fiorella De Maria), of possible repentance. 

One of my quibbles with some of the Agatha Christie ones is that the killer is given a chance to commit suicide. Perhaps in a British mind that is viewed as an "honorable" way of bringing about justice, but I find it unsatisfying.

And there are mysteries where the plots repeat some of the same elements - like when the protagonists keep repeating the same mistakes, as if they never learn or grow.  

I like the Father Brown mysteries, Dorothy Sayers' mysteries, some of Agatha Christie's novels. I also like the Navajo mysteries of Tony Hillerman. I have enjoyed the Father Gabriel mysteries of Fiorella De Maria.

One problem for me is that I've read all of the Father Browns, all of the Sayers, all of the Hillermans, all the De Maria. 

Yeah, when I find a writer I like I tend to read everything by that writer that I can find.

While I have mentioned some of the writers whose works I like, there is one book by another author that I really liked: The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey (Elizabeth MacKintosh). It deals with a contemporary investigator exploring the alleged killing of the Princes by King Richard III. It's an intelligent, well-crafted book.

So, who do I read now?

I'd like to read more of Ellis Peters' Brother Cadfael mysteries. I'll have to scour the local libraries to find more. De Maria is still young, so there will hopefully be more Father Gabriel books to come. And there are many Christie's I have not yet read.

Out of curiosity, I looked back over my lists of books read in the past six years - post retirement - to see who I have read. I discovered 82 titles!

Meanwhile, here's a mostly complete list of mysteries/police procedurals I've read since 2020.

The Scandal of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton

The Secret of Father Brown by G.K. Chesterton

“The Donnington Affair” by G. K. Chesterton

“The Vampire of the Village” by G. K. Chesterton

The Incredulity of Father Brown by G. K. Chesterton

The Innocence of Father Brown by G. K, Chesterton

Trent’s Last Case by E. C. Bentley

The Daughter of Time by Josephine Tey (Elizabeth MacKintosh)

The Moonstone by Wilkie Collins

Missing, Presumed Lost by Fiorella De Maria

May Day!  by Fiorella De Maria 

The Vanishing Woman by Fiorella De Maria

See No Evil by Fiorella De Maria

Death of a Scholar by Fiorella De Maria

The Sleeping Witness by Fiorella De Maria

The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club by Dorothy Sayers  

Have His Carcase by Dorothy Sayers

Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers

Strong Poison by Dorothy L. Sayers

Busman’s Honeymoon by Dorothy L. Sayers

The Five Red Herrings by Dorothy Sayers

Murder Must Advertise by Dorothy Sayers

The Nine Tailors by Dorothy Sayers

Whose Body? by Dorothy L. Sayers

Clouds of Witness by Dorothy L. Sayers

Talking God by Tony Hillerman

Coyote Waits by Tony Hillerman

Sacred Clowns by Tony Hillerman

A Thief of Time  by Tony Hillerman

People of Darkness by Tony Hillerman

The Ghostway by Tony Hillerman

Skinwalkers by Tony Hillerman

The Dark Wind by Tony Hillerman

Listening Woman by Tony Hillerman

The Dance Hall of the Dead by Tony Hillerman

The Blessing Way by Tony Hillerman

The Shape Shifter by Tony Hillerman

Skeleton Man by Tony Hillerman

The Sinister Pig by Tony Hillerman

The Wailing Wind  by Tony Hillerman

Hunting Badger by Tony Hillerman

The First Eagle by Tony Hillerman

Curtain by Agatha Christie

And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

Sleeping Murder by Agatha Christie

A Murder is Announced by Agatha Christie

The A.B.C. Murders by Agatha Christie

The Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie

Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

The Holy Thief by Ellis Peters

Dead Man’s Ransom by Ellis Peters

An Excellent Mystery by Ellis Peters

The Valley of Fear by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Sign of Four by Arthur Conan Doyle

A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle

Rough Cider by Peter Lovesey

The Thin Man by Dashiell Hammett

The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett

In the Woods by Tana French

All the Dead Heroes by Stephen F. Wilcox

A Red Herring Without Mustard by Alan Bradley

The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley

The Clue of the Whistling Bagpipes by “Carolyn Keene”

Maigret on the Defensive by Georges Simenon

Twice Buried by Steven Havill

Out of Season by Steven Havill

Before She Dies by Steven F. Havill

Murder in the Lincoln White House by C. M. Gleason

Murder at the Capitol by C. M. Gleason

Winter’s Child by Margaret Coel

Killing Custer by Margaret Coel

The Spirit Woman by Margaret Coel

Advent of Dying by Sister Carol Anne O’Marie

Requiem at the Refuge by Sister Carol Anne O’Marie

Sine Qua Nun by Monica Quill (Ralph M. McInerny)

Last Things by Ralph McInerny

Thistles and Thieves by Molly MacRae

The Cracked Spine by Paige Shelton

The Loch Ness Papers by Paige Shelton

Pax et bonum