
A quick trip this morning up to Grafton to see the eagles - we must have seen 30 or 40.
Before the marvel of this night

Similarly, you cannot suspend the idea of a new-born child in the void or think of him without thinking of his mother.
Similarly to St. Thomas' experience, the Church holds aloft, elevates, our Lord's Body and Blood in the Holy Eucharist. What is seen is but bread and wine, but faith looks to what is not seen and cries out: "My Lord and my God!" For truly in the Eucharist the bread is our Lord's body and the wine is His blood. Thus the pious custom arose of the faithful whispering to themselves at the elevation the words of St. Thomas - "My Lord and my God!" Amen!



May Thy cross accompany me during that dread crossing (death), may it drive the powers of darkness away from me; may it be the key that opens the gates of paradise, that I may enter into bliss, rejoice and glorify Thy compassion, O Most Merciful One! - St. Ephrem, *A Spiritual Psalter* #12
One of the things that always amazes me about the Weedon family genealogy is the huge size of the generations. Consider: I was born in 1960, but my father was born in 1920 and his father was born in 1879 and his father was born in 1831, and his father was born in 1795, and his father in 1745. That means my grandfather's father fought in the Unwarranted War of Northern Aggression and that man's grandfather fought in the Rebellion against His Majesty.
He was the Only-begotten of the Father and also the Only-begotten of Mary. And he who divides the hypostasis in Him will also be separated from His kingdom, and he who conjoins His natures will be deprived of the life that is of Him. He who denies that Mary gave birth to God will not see the glory of His divinity, and he who denies that He was clothed in sinless flesh will receive neither salvation nor the life which is granted through His body. His very deeds give witness and His divine strength teach the contemptuous that He is true God. And His sufferings give proof that He is true man. - St. Ephrem the Syrian *A Spiritual Psalter* #15

So here we were singing carols this afternoon around the piano - Cindi and Anna and I. And Cindi tells Lauren on iChat that we're doing this when I get the brainstorm. iChat allows you to connect audibly too. So we did! So Lauren and all her friends in her room at Concordia Seward JOINED us in singing carols. Too, too much fun! What a hoot!!!