We're Here

Just to keep you informed of our travels. . .
We are now in the Rockridge area of Oakland, right next to Berkeley. I was at the GTU for a while this morning, getting my library card and stuff, like you do.
I plan to get to work on Monday. However, tomorrow evening we're going to dinner with the World's Most Beautiful Grandchile (Sorry, I don't know how to find Clever Punctuation on a Windows-based machine) and her parents.

We gotsta find sumkina way to get the MiniMac doing WiFi stuff; don' gots no Airport thang innit.

Sorry no illustration.

This Dance Party is going down hill!!!!

Hey, You!

¡Verdad!

Yesterday at St. Francis Episcopal Church, San José, CA

Yesterday the Lovely Mona and I visited St. Francis Episcopal Church in San José, CA. Many years ago I was the Acolyte Master and Sunday School Superintendent at St. Francis, which was also our home parish while we were in seminary. They also oversee our Missionary Fund. It was great to be there again. I preached at both the 8:00 am and 10:00 am services, and the Lovely Mona sold molas after each service. We had a wonderful time visiting with folks, and we'll be back there in July.

Here are a few photos

Father Chris Creed and the St. Francis sign



Some guy yakking about Jesus or something, while a bear guards the pulpit



Birthday blessings




The Lovely Mona sells molas to a mola-starved public

Feast of St. Mark, Evangelist and Martyr

Almighty God, by the hand of Mark the evangelist you have given to your Church the Gospel of Jesus Christ the Son of God: We thank you for this witness, and pray that we may be firmly grounded in its truth; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good tidings, who publishes peace, who brings forth good tidings of good, who published salvation, who says to Zion, "Your God reigns!"

Mark the Evangelist brought good tidings which continue to change lives. In the NRSV the ευανγγελιον Μαρκον opens "The beginning of the Good News of Jesus, Christ, the Son of God" while other English language versions use the English word "Gospel" in place of "Good News." From this beginning all other stories of Jesus' life were called Gospels. The gospel attributed to Mark is the earliest of the canonical gospels.

As is usually the case with these early saints, especially the Apostles and Evangelists, we know very little about St. Mark. According to St. Paul's letters and the earliest accounts taken from the bishops Papias, Hippolytus, and Eusebius, John Mark was the cousin of Barnabas. He actually set out with Paul and Barnabas on their first missionary journey but tuned back for some reason. Paul was so upset with Mark's leaving that he wouldn't let him accompany them on another journey, and the disagreement became so sharp that Barnabas left Paul to go with his cousin Mark. The breach between Mark and Paul was healed later, and Mark spent some time with Paul in Rome, where he also spent time with Peter (another person who aggravated Paul). According to tradition, Peter's recollections of his life with Jesus were the basis for Mark's gospel. There is another tradition that Mark was the young man who lost his sheet at Jesus' arrest and ran off naked.

According to tradition, St. Peter sent Mark from Rome to preach the Good News in the areas around the Adriatic. Every where he went he established Christian communities which became churches. St. Peter then consecrated Mark a bishop and sent him to Egypt. After spending some time visiting the coastal cities of Pentapolis, preaching and baptizing and setting up churches, the Holy Spirit led Mark to the city of Alexandria, a very intellectual city, a city with the largest library in the Greco-Roman world. He started several churches in Alexandria and established a catechetical school. This school produced folks like Clement, Dionysius, and Gregory the Wonderworker. My hero, Origen, taught at that school. Many in authority were unhappy with the spread of Christianity in that city, and set out to murder Mark. He heard about the plot and ordained Anianus bishop, then took-off for Pentapolis again. He strengthened the churches he started there and then traveled throughout Northern Africa, bringing the Good News of forgiveness of sins and the coming of the Reign of God to remote parts of Libya and Ammonicia.

The gospel attributed to Mark is my favorite gospel. Many people are very fond of the mysticism of the Gospel of John, or they love Luke's gospel with its angel visitations, or Matthew's use of Hebrew scripture and exegesis, but I love Mark, and not because it's the shortest gospel! Mark gets right to the point: "This is the beginning of the Good News of Jesus, Christ, the Son of God." He starts with John the Baptizer preparing the way of the Lord, he moves on to Jesus' baptism and the start of his ministry. In just a few verses he has Jesus calling disciples and healing the sick, casting out demons and proclaiming the coming of the Reign of God. Mark doesn't need angel visitations to prove that Jesus has a divine nature, and he doesn't need the visit of the Magi to prove that Jesus is a king; for Mark, Jesus is both human and divine because he is the Messiah. Jesus performs miracles of healing throughout Mark's story. Jesus turns everything upside down in Mark's gospel but whenever someone realizes Jesus' true nature, he tells them to keep quiet; this is called the "Marcan Secret." Even though Jesus' miracles showed that he was the Messiah, no one was to say it aloud because Jesus' arrest, death and resurrection would prove that he was the Messiah. In the Gospel of Mark, Jesus heals the sick as a sign of the Reign of God, he casts out demons as a sign of the Reign of God, he eats and drinks with sinners and outcasts and proclaims forgiveness of sins as a sign of the Reign of God. Jesus defeats death and rises from the dead as a sign of the Reign of God.

Seeing the Resurrected Christ transformed the lives of the disciples, the life of James, Jesus' brother, and the lives of all who saw him. The witness of these people and the story they told transformed the lives of all who heard it and believed. If Mark was the guy who lost his sheet, he was one of Jesus' early followers and he may have been one of the five hundred who saw the Resurrected Christ at one time. We know that his life was transformed and that he was willing to travel to the Adriatic and Northern Africa to tell the story of Jesus. Mark's life was changed by the Resurrected Christ and he, with the inspiration of the Holy Spirit, wrote an account which allows people to meet the Resurrected Jesus to this day. Mark's witness, though his gospel, continues to help transform lives, and his account even helped inspire Matthew and Luke, so the glad tidings he brought were passed on to others through the works of the other Evangelists. Mark wasn't writing an historical document as we in our era understand history; he was writing the Good News of Jesus, Christ, the Son of God. He was writing an account of salvation, not an historically accurate, day-by-day reporting of the life and activities of Jesus. St. Mark was telling the people of his time and in the times to come the story of how God intervened in history, how the Creator of the universe decided to come among the creation and bring it hope, renewal, and the defeat of death. Mark wanted to tell the story of how God became a human being, lived and laughed and loved and suffered among us, ultimately suffering death as a common criminal, yet rose again and changed the lives of those who believed.

Here is an account of the martyrdom of St. Mark, adapted from the Menology of St. Dimitri of Rostov:
"The approaching celebration of Pascha coincided that year with the festival of the pagan god Serapis, drawing scores of idol-worshippers to the city. As St. Mark was celebrating the divine service, a mob of pagans broke into the church and seized their prey. The holy Apostle was bound with a rope and dragged through the streets of the city, as his captors shouted mockingly, 'We're taking the ox to the stall!' He was thrown into prison, his body lacerated by the sharp stones over which he had been mercilessly dragged. That night an angel strengthened him for his final trial. 'Slave of God, Mark, thy name is written in heaven in the Book of Life. Thou hast been numbered among the holy apostles, and thou wilt be remembered unto ages of ages. Thou wilt rejoice with the powers on high, and on earth thy precious relics will be preserved.' Then the Lord Himself appeared and said to the Saint: 'Peace to thee, Mark, My evangelist.'

In the morning the Saint, a rope tied around his neck, was again led through the streets like some dumb beast, accompanied by a great crowd of jeering pagans. Utterly spent, the meek sufferer eventually collapsed and his soul, released from its earthly tabernacle, ascended to heaven. The pagans, not content with having killed the Saint, wanted to destroy also his lifeless body, but they had scarcely lit the bonfire that was to have consumed the body before there was a mammoth thunderclap; the earth shook and the sky loosed a storm of hailstones. The fire was quenched and the pagans dispersed, allowing the Christians to come and collect the sacred remains of their martyred bishop and father in the Faith. These they placed in a stone coffin in the place where they gathered for common prayer."

As Christians, we still meet the Resurrected Christ, and the Resurrected Christ still transforms lives. And we are able to do this because God the Holy Spirit inspired this young Jew, John Mark, to write down the remembrances of St. Peter. Because Mark wrote down the story of the women's visit to the tomb, because he wrote down the stories of Jesus healing the sick and casting out demons and proclaiming the Good News, people are open their lives being transformed by the Resurrected Christ. Mark was a martyr, a witness, and the gospel which bears his name has witnessed to people throughout the centuries.

Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging, Kinda. . .

Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, here we are, standing about in this Bistro.
Gallito Mescalito ¡Shriek!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love For whom, exactly, are we waiting?
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, Padre and the Lovely Mona asked us to wait for someone named after bread or something: Mr. Sourdough, Mr. Rye with Dill, Mr. Multigrain, something like that. Wait! I remember now, it's Tengrain!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love One of their blogging friends, I assume?
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Yes, he has the ever-popular Mock Paper Scissors blog.
Gallito Mescalito ¿Shriek? ¡Shriek!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love I think you're right, Gallito Mescalito; Padre and the Lovely Mona are talking to that guy. Ooh! He seems like a really nice guy!



Tengrain Well, what have we here? What a pretty blue hippopotamus!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Thank you! You're not too bad yourself!
Tengrain And look! A bank and a bird! You don't see things like this standing about on tables in San José every day!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank It's very nice to meet you, sir; Padre really enjoys your blog. He was talking about it in between going on about how everything around here has changed.
Gallito Mescalito ¡Shriek!


Later, After Lunch. . .

Tengrain You know, Padre, they're all much larger than I expected!
Padre Mickey Everybody says that. Man, those catfish po boys sure were good! I feel as if we were honoring Grandmère Mimi by eating that kinda stuff!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Quit dominating the conversation, Padre! Mr. Tengrain, did you know that Padre used to play in bands around this neighborhood?
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Yes! Padre and the Lovely Mona have been going on and on about how the neighborhood has changed, and how sad Leonardo Ricardo will be to learn that Original Joe's is no longer there.
Tengrain Yes, Padre told me all about his Terrible Rock 'n' Roll Past. That gives me an idea for my Friday afternoon post
The Lovely Mona, behind the camera Will you guys quit yakking and smile for the camera, please?
Padre Mickey Say "cheese!"
Gallito Mescalito ¡Shriek!

Thanks to the Poor House Bistro for a wonderful lunch and for not throwing us out when the toys appeared.

Breakfast With The Folks Of St. Mary In The Mountains Episcopal Church in Sonora,California

Sunday, April 19th, the Lovely Mona and I visited St. Mary In The Mountains Episcopal Church in Sonora, California. St. Mary's is made up of former members of St. James, Sonora and St. Michael's and All Angels, Sonora. They are rebuilding the Episcopal Church in Sonora just as so many folks in the Diocese of San Joaquin continue to rebuild their diocese. They meet in the Senior Citizen Center and the room was full, which is a good sign, especially on Low Sunday! After the service we went to breakfast with several members of the congregation. Here are a few photos:

Padre Mickey and Allan Egleston in conversation


Carolyn Woodall and Father Martin Risard. Carolyn was the musician for the service.


Father Stan Coppel and Carolyn Woodall


Allan's nose and glasses, Padre Mickey, Un-identified Server, David Risard, Father Stan, Carolyn's profile.


The Lovely Mona and I are now off to lunch with Tengrain of Mock Paper Scissors fame.

Feast of St. George

Yes, this IS a re-run from last year. Do you really expect me to write something new in my present circumstances? You probably didn't read this last year, anyway!

Today is the feast of St. George, martyr. George, along with Christopher, was one of the fourteen "Auxiliary" or "Helper Saints", those saints who's prayers were most effective on behalf of humanity. George is the patron saint of several countries, including England, Canada, Ethiopia, Georgia, Germany, Greece, Lithuania, Malta, Palestine, and Portugal. At one time there was some doubt about his existence but most historians believe he did exist, although the stories about him are obviously apocryphal. What we do know is that he was born the late third century to a Christian family in Cappadocia. His father was an officer in the Roman army and his mother was from Lydda, a city in Palestine. George's father died when he was very young and he returned with his mother to Lydda where he received his education. He followed in his father's footsteps and became a Roman soldier. He was a good soldier and rapidly rose through the ranks. By his late twenties he gained the rank of Tribunus or Tribune (an elected office), and then Comes, or Count (Companion of the Emperor). He earned the rank Comes while stationed in Nicomedia as a member of the personal guard of the Emperor Diocletian. In the year 303, Diocletian initiated a persecution of Christians throughout the Roman empire, a persecution which was continued by Galerius during his own reign as Emperor (305-311 C.E.). Diocletian's decree stated that those who denied Christ would receive royal honors while those who refused to deny Christ would be executed. When Comes George received these orders, he "came out" as a Christian, even mocking those who were deluded enough to worship idols. George's refusal to follow orders and his criticism of the royal decree enraged Diocletian, who ordered George's arrest, torture, and execution. After being whipped and tortured on a wheel of swords, George was decapitated on April 23, 303 C.E. Tradition states that the Empress Alexandra and a pagan priest, Athanasius, both witnessed George's martyrdom and were converted by his example, which resulted in their martyrdom, too. George's body was eventually returned to Lydda where his tomb became a place of pilgrimage and many miracles were attributed to his relics. He was canonized by Pope Gelasius I in 494. The Crusaders returned to Europe with the story of St. George and the Dragon. As far as I can tell, the original references to St. George and dragons have their roots in the Passion of St. George, in which the main antagonist, the governor Dadianus, is also referred to as "the dragon" and "the evil dragon of the abyss" several times in the story. The story of St. George was elaborated in The Golden Legend a collection of the lives of the saints from the Medieval era which is not historically accurate but full of great stories. I'm going to re-tell the story of St. George's martyrdom according to The Passion of St. George. WARNING: LONG STORY FOLLOWS!

Long ago, the governors of the world began a persecution against the Church. They arrested many priests and bishops and dragged them to the altars of idols and tried to force them to offer sacrifice to devils. The governor Dadianus, who had acquired dominion over the four corners of the earth, sent a decree throughout the world stating: "A rumor has come to my ears that He to whom Mary gave birth is the God who alone is to be worshipped and that Apollo and Poseidon and Hermes and Astarte and Zeus and Uranus and Herakles and Scamandros and all the other gods are not to be worshipped at all, only this Jesus. Therefore I call all the governors of the world to come to me to learn the decision of my power in this matter. We will be putting this rumor to rest!" So the seventy governors of the world and their entourages came before Dadianus. Dadianus demanded that all the instruments of the torture chamber be brought before the governors: the brazen bed, the bone smashing choppers, the iron rods, the wheels with knives fixed to them, the wooden horses, the iron gloves, the wooden gloves, the tongue-slitting knives, the tools for pulling out teeth, the iron bone-borers, the sharp saws, and all other implements of Cruel Torture (they forgot the Water Boards). And Dadianus swore an oath, saying: "Anyone who refuses to worship the gods will be tortured and killed. I will break in the towers of their hearts, I will smash their heads, I will cut out their brains with sharp knives, I will saw off their shin bones, I will tear open their bodies and I will cut their limbs from their bodies." This frightened everyone, of course, and even those who had considered becoming martyrs had second thoughts, and a whole three years went by without anyone daring to say "I am a Christian."

A young tribune from Cappadocia named George had come to the city to be made a count, but when he saw the governors worshipping idols he decided to become a soldier for Jesus the Christ and resigned his commission, sold all he had and gave the proceeds to the poor, and then came before the governors and said "I will only worship the One God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!" Dadianus said, "Everyone must sacrifice to Apollo, the saviour of the world, and to the gods, or they will be punished. Who are you and where do you come from?" George said, "The chief name I bear is 'Christian,' I am a Cappadocian by birth and was a soldier in a famous company. I performed my duties as tribune satisfactorily in Palestine. Who are the gods you would force me to worship, O king?" Dadianus replied, "Apollo and Poseidon." George responded, "I will speak for the righteous ones and against your dead gods, not for your sake, O Evil Dragon, or for the sake of your fellow governors, but for the sake of all the people here present who need to hear the truth. Whom would you have me honor, O king; Peter, the chosen one of the Apostles, or Apollo, who corrupts the whole world? Elijah the Tishbite who was an angel on the earth and was taken up to the gates of heaven, or Scamandros the sorcerer who led people astray and committed adultery with Demeter? Tell me, O king, to which of these would you give judgment: Samuel, who prayed to God and obeyed his commandments, or to Poseidon the destroyer of the ships of the sea? Shall I honor Antaeus and Herakles, or the martyrs and prophets who wear crowns? Would you give judgment to Jezebel the slayer of prophets, or to Mary the Virgin Mother of my Lord, Jesus, Christ? Be ashamed, O king, for the things which you worship are not gods but deaf idols!"

Well, this was not what Dadianus wanted to hear, and, true to his word, he demanded that George be arrested. He commanded that George be hung on the wooden horse and tortured until his "bowels flowed out upon the ground." Then the soldiers laid him out and beat him with leather whips until the flesh of his body was torn in shreds, then they sprinkled salt upon his wounds. THEN they excoriated his body with hair sacks until his blood ran like water, but George was patient under these sufferings.

That night the Lord appeared to George and said, "Be strong and of good cheer, beloved George, for I will give you the strength to bear all these sufferings. I have made you lord over these seventy governors, and what ever you say shall happen to them. Look: you will die three times and I will raise you up again, but after the fourth time I myself will come upon a cloud and take you away to a place I have prepared for you. So be strong and do not be afraid for I am with you." Then Jesus embraced George and he and the angels returned to heaven.

The next morning Dadianus demanded that George be brought before him. George was singing "O God make speed to save us; O Lord make haste to help us!" He looked at the governor and said, "Governor, my Lord, Jesus Christ, and I have come before you and your stone Apollo." The soldiers didn't like his attitude and grabbed George, whipped him with leather straps and threw him back into prison. Dadianus could see that he had a challenge on his hands, so he put out a call for a sorcerer strong enough to fight George. A sorcerer named Athanasius came and answered the call and said, "O king, live forever! There is nothing I am not able to do!" As proof, he had an ox brought before him. He whispered a few words into the ears of the ox, and the ox was split in two! Scales were brought in and the parts of the ox weighed, and they were exactly equal in weight. Dadianus called for George and said, "George, you must vanquish Athanasius or he will vanquish you. You must kill him or he will kill you." George said to Athanasius, "Hurry brother, and do what ever you plan to do to me, because I see grace drawing near to you." Athanasius had an interesting technique: he took a cup, washed his face over it, invoked the names of demons over the cup and handed it to George to drink. George drank from the cup and nothing happened. Athanasius said to Dadianus, "Let me try again, and if I fail, I will become a Christian." He took another cup, washed his face over it, and invoked the name of demons even more evil than the first, gave the cup to George, who drank it without anything evil taking place (well, it probably didn't taste very good). Athanasius said, "George, you have the cross of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, who came into the world to save sinners; have mercy on my soul and give me the seal of Christ." When Dadianus heard that, he had Athanasius taken out and martyred, and threw George back in prison. This would become a pattern for the next few days.

The next morning George was brought before Dadianus. The governor had a huge wheel equipped with sharp nails and stakes. The upper part of it was like the edge of a knife while the bottom part was like a sharp two-edged sword. George looked at the wheel and thought, "Well, I'm not coming out of this alive!" Then he thought, "George, why did you let that fear enter your mind? Remember what Jesus said, that he is with you!" He looked up towards heaven and prayed one of those long prayers which are actually sermons for which the saints in these stories are famous. As soon as he finished his prayer and said "amen!" the soldiers threw him on the wheel, which went straight to work and broke his body into ten pieces. Dadianus turned to the governors and said, "Remember, guys, there is no god other than our gods: Apollo and Hermes and Zeus and Athene and Scamandros and Hephaistos and Herakles and Poseidon, from whose hands kings receive power. Where is the God of George? Where is this Jesus? Why hasn't he come and delivered him from my hands?" And he commanded that George's bones be taken outside of the city and thrown into a dry pit so that the Christians couldn't find them and build a martyrium over the spot, therefore attaching the guilt of the murder on the governors' hands. It was time for dinner and the seventy governors all gathered to eat. While they were in the banquet hall there was a great earthquake and the sky became dark and storms were on the sea. The archangel Michael blew his trumpet, and the Lord Jesus appeared on his Chariot of Cherubim and stood at the edge of the pit. Jesus sent Michael down into the pit, where Michael reassembled George's body. Jesus took George by the hand and filled him with life. He then embraced George and returned to heaven with his holy angels.

George went straight to the banquet hall and stood before the governors. "Do you know who I am?" he asked. Dadianus said, "I don't know. Who are you, then?" He responded, "I am George whom you had slain yesterday because you despise my God, the God who could destroy you in a moment!" Dadianus looked at George and said, "You aren't George; you are his ghost or shade or something." But general Anatolius, who knew George, said, "This really is George, who has risen from the dead!" He and his entire company, some three thousand and nine men, (and one woman from the multitude) were converted and believed in Christ. Of course, they did not make any points Dadianus, who had them all martyred. Then, angry that his dinner had been disturbed and that he had been shamed with George returning from the dead, he had George tied to an iron bed, poured molten lead down his throat, drove sixty nails into his head into the bed. THEN he had a great stone chiseled out to fit over his head, fastened it with lead, and rolled him from a high place, which severed his bones one from another. George bore these tortures with fortitude. Dadianus had the soldiers remove the stone, hang George upside down with a large stone tied to him, and then had a huge fire lit under him. THEN they threw him into a bronze bull full of nails which revolved and crushed his body but didn't kill him. The evening's dinner theatre being finished, George was tossed back into prison while Dadianus decided what to do next.

That night Jesus and the angels appeared once again to George. Jesus reminded George that he had already died once and that Jesus had raised him, and that he was to die two more times and Jesus would raise him two more times, but the fourth time Jesus would come and take him to the place he made for him. He told George that the governors would torture him for seven years, but to be strong and of good cheer. Then he and the angels returned to heaven. George, of course, was inspired by the Lord's visit.

The next morning George was brought before the governors again. A governor named Magnentius said, "George my boy, we governors need a sign which will prove that your God is the true God" (I guess George's resurrection wasn't enough!). He continued, "If you are able to do what we ask, we will all believe and become Christians." George asked what he wanted him to do. Magnentius said, "You see we have seventy thrones here, all with wooden legs; some made of the wood of fruit trees and others from trees with leaves. If you can cause the legs to bud, those from fruit trees with fruit and the others with leaves, we will believe you." So George got down on his knees and prayed one of those long prayers for which he was getting known. When he said "Amen," the chair legs began to bear fruit and leaves. Magnentius, being a jerk, said, "Herakles is a great god! He can manifest his power in dry wood!" George said, "How can you compare this blind and dumb idol Herakles with the God who made the heavens and the earth, who created all that exists and could destroy you in a moment?" Then Dadianus appeared and said, "Okay George, I've got it worked out; I know how I will destroy you!" And he had George sawed in two with a great saw(!). Well, George died instantly. Then, being the extremist he was, Dadianus had George's body thrown into a cauldron full of hot, molten lead, pitch, bitumen, and animal fat and had it all heated to a high heat until it all melted together, including George's body. Then he had his soldiers break the cauldron into pieces and the pieces taken outside the city and buried so that the Christians couldn't find any remains and build a martyrium. While the soldiers were walking away there was a great trembling in the air and an earthquake and Jesus and the angels came down from heaven and stood over the place where the cauldron was buried. Jesus said to the angel Zalathiel "Bring up the cauldron." Zalathiel laid the cauldron pieces on the ground and Jesus said, "O George, my chosen one, arise! For I am he that raised up Lazarus from the dead, and now I command you to arise and come forth from the cauldron and stand upon your feet, for I am the Lord your God!" And immediately George arose as if he had suffered no pain at all, and Jesus said, "George, be strong and of good cheer. There will be great joy in heaven because of your contest. Remember, I am with you. You're going to die two more times!" And Jesus and the angels returned to heaven.

George headed back to town and went about the city teaching about Jesus, and he even performed quite a few miracles, which we can discuss another time, as this is going on and on. Of course, once Dadianus heard George was alive again AND that he was teaching and performing miracles, he had George arrested and flogged without mercy until his flesh was in pieces AND had a fire lit under him AND placed vessels of fire on his head and THEN hung him over iron pots of fire until he died. THEN he had his attendants take what was left of George's body to Mount Siris where the birds would devour his flesh. As the attendants were walking down from the mountain, there was thunder and lightening and the whole mountain shook, and Jesus and the holy angels came on a cloud, and Jesus said, "O excellent and chosen one, rise up from where you lie!" George rose up, dusted himself off, and chased after the attendants saying, "Hey, wait for me and I'll go back with you!" When the attendants saw George coming up behind them, they were astounded and fell to their knees and asked for forgiveness and for the seal of Christ. George baptized them all, and when they came before the governor they all said, "We are Christians!" to which Dadianus responded by having them all tortured and killed. Once again, Dadianus had George arrested. George decided to trick Dadianus and the governors, and he told them that, after being killed three times and tortured for the past seven years, he would finally do what they wanted. They said, "We want you to worship Apollo and Herakles." George said, "Okay, I will." Dadianus was overjoyed and kissed George and brought him back to the palace and introduced George to his wife, Alexandra, the Queen. Then he went off and left the two alone (?!?). George spent time talking with her and converted her. Then George asked to be taken to the idol of Apollo. He challenged the demon which inhabited the idol. The demon made the idol get up off its pedestal and walk down the steps to confront George. They had a bit of a theological tiff, and then George stamped the ground with his foot and the abyss opened up and the idol and demon were cast into the pit.

When Dadianus heard that George had converted the Queen, and had destroyed the idol of Apollo, he had George condemned to death once again (novel idea!). George came rejoicing to site of his impending execution. The seventy governors and their entourages were gathered there to watch. George said to the soldiers who were holding him, "Brothers, let me pray for the seventy governors who have tortured me for the past seven years." George looked into heaven and said, "O God, who sent fire from heaven to Elijah to devour the prophets of Baal, I pray that you will send the same fire and devour these governors and those around them that none will be left alive. Thine is the glory for ever and ever, Amen." And fire came from heaven and burned up the seventy governors AND all their armies and attendants, the entire entourage, some five thousand people! Then George prayed that his name would heal all those inflicted by unclean spirits. When he was finished with his prayer, the Lord Jesus and the holy angels appeared to him and said, "Come up now into heaven and rest yourself in the dwelling which I have prepared for you in the kingdom of my Father. O excellent George, I will fulfill every thing which you have requested and many other things even greater than these." Then George said to the executioners, "Come and do what you have been commanded to do" and he stretched out his neck and they chopped off his head, and water and milk flowed forth (which is pretty weird!). And Jesus took George's soul and embraced it and took it up to heaven.

So, there you go! That's the story of the Passion of St. George, somewhat abbreviated, as you don't have all day to be reading blogs!

Next Stop On The Trip

¡Saludos a todos desde San José, California! The Lovely Mona and I had a great meeting with the Rt. Rev. Jerry Lamb and the Rev. Canon Mark Hall last Saturday. I was hoping to meet with the blogger-types of the Diocese of San Joaquin, but no one showed up. so we headed for Sonora, where my parents live.

On Sunday we attended St. Mary's of the Mountains, where I preached. We went to breakfast with Father Stan and Father Risard, and several of the members of St. Mary's. We had a wonderful time talking and eating and drinking coffee. I'll post a couple photos later. My folks have the worst dial-up service on the planet. I live in the freakin' Third World and ours isn't as bad as what they have up their in the Gold Country! So we haven't been able to keep you all informed of our amazing travels.

Tuesday we made our way to San José, where we are staying with our friends, the Wibbles. They are very gracious hosts, and Chompita loves it here. She is being very well behaved; I think she's worried that we'll push her into a kennel and make her fly for nine hours again. We will, but not until August.

I managed to leave the battery charger for the camera in Panamá, but we were able to purchase one at San Jose Camera yesterday. We're now looking for an inexpensive printer.

We'll be at St. Francis Episcopal Church, corner of Newport and Pine, on Sunday. We'll post photos of that, too. Then, off to Berkeley for a month.

I think we'll be updating more often, now that we have internet access.

Friday Red Mr. Peanut Bank and Gallito Mescalito Blogging

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Red Mr. Peanut Bank Look! Light!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Look! It's Padre Mickey with a camera, as usual!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Padre, we´ve been guarding Chompita's papers. Are we almost there?
Padre Mickey, off camera No. We're in the air above some volcano in Guatemala. I just wanted you all to say "¡Hola Amigo!" to Leonardo Ricardo. Wave, too!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love But he can't see us!
Padre Mickey, off camera Oh, HE'LL know!! Back to sleep for you guys; you know how sensitive the crew is on flights nowadays!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
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THE NEXT DAY
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, here we are in Sunny California! It's been ages!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love As the song says, "Right back where we started from. . ."
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, not really; we're in Fresno and we lived in the Bay Area for so many years, so I wouldn't say we're exactly Right Back Where We Started From.
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Gee, all this travel and you're still a bit of a jerk. . .
Gallito Mescalito ¡Shriek!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank ¡Mira! Señorita Chompita Wiggletail. Chompy, how are you doing on your first visit to los estados unidos?



Chompy The plane ride was traumatic. I didn't think I'd ever see anyone I loved ever again. This place smells funny, er, different than Panama. And it is too cold! But I'm glad to see Padre and the Lovely Mona again. Oh, and you guys, too.


Chompy Ya know. . . there's a big honking bird over there in a really big cage. I heard Padre call it "Hera". You guys really otta get to know her. . .


Introducing: Hera!!!


Red Mr. Peanut Bank Oh my! What a pretty Macaw!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love It's as if we're still in Central America. Let's go meet her!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!


Red Mr. Peanut Bank Hello, Hermosura Hera! I'm Red Mr. Peanut Bank. My friends and I live in Panama. Hmm, no response ¿Habla español? Yo soy Red Mr. Peanut Bank. Mis amigos y yo vivemos en Panamá.
Hera Awwwk!
Red Mr. Peanut Bank Well, nice to meet you.
Hera Awwwk!


Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Nice to meet you, Hera. I am Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love, and I am awed by your regal beauty.
Hera Awwwk!
Miss Egyptian Hippo of Love Hmmm. Your conversational style is very familiar to me. . .
Hera Awwwk!


Chompy Okay Gallito Mescalito. It's your turn! Ji ji ji ji; this should be good!


Hera Awwwwk! What the ?????


Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Hera Awwwk!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Hera Awwwk!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡Shriek!!
Hera Awwwk!
Gallito Mescalito ¡¡¡¡¡SSSSSHHHHHRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!!!!!
Hera Okay! You win!

Today's Tom Toles

We're Here!

We arrived at LAX at 5:20 pm yesterday afternoon. We learned that in order to rent a car, we had to take a bus far away from the airport. Once we got the car, we had to drive to another place to claim Chompita. THEN we learned that she was on another flight and wouldn't be in until 8:00 pm. She finally arrived, and, having cleared Customs in Huston, we were able to reclaim her right away. She was so happy to see us! She rested on the Lovely Mona's lap all the way to Fresno. We arrived at the Lovely Mona's parents house just about midnight. We had been up since 4:30 am Panama time, which means we had been up for 22 hours. We're kinda tired.

I'll check in with stories about Our Amazing Travels, and the Search For Servicarga en Panama later.

Tuesday Miss Bebé, The World's Most Beautiful Granchile™ Blogging

Miss Bebé has discovered the camera!



Abula y Abuelo are coming? ¡Qué Bueno! I will feed them naranjas.

Last Post For A While or Triduum Part II

Actually, it's the last San Cristóbal post for a while

Wow, what a busy day! Wrapping up all the loose ends, getting Chompita's paper work, teaching (the Lovely Mona had two flute classes at Instituto Episcopal San Cristóbal and I gave a lecture on how the Church in England became the Church of England to high schoolers at the same school). Cleaning up the office at la parroquia and giving final instructions. Later tonight I'll pack up the computer, move all the maletas into the living room, and we're off to the airport very very early. We should arrive at LAX around 5:00pm, and after getting Chompita through aduanas we'll rent a car and head for Fresno. I hope to see some of the San Joaquin crowd on Saturday. We'll be in Sonora from Saturday evening through Tuesday, then on to San José, where I hope to see some SJ bloggers and musicians and friends, plus my sister and her kids and my brother and his kids and the folks at St. Francis and all that. We head for Berkeley on International Worker's Day, for a month there. I hope to see Kirsten and I know I'm gonna see Susan S. and Mattty Boy, plus, of course, Miss Bebe. I hope to see Spocko, too! In June we're going to our place in the mountains, but we are working on a visit to the East Coast to see alla that bunch, thanks to the efforts of TELP.

Thanks to everyone who bought stuff at the Store of Love (which remains open during the sabbatical) and donated to our missionary fund and the great Refreshment Campaign of Madpriest and Revda. Kaeton.

So, here are some photos of the Easter Vigil and Easter Sunday at Parroquia San Cristóbal, the best Church in the world.

Easter Vigil

Lighting the new fire








La Luz de Cristo. . . Gracias a Dios




Three baptisms













Easter Sunday Sunrise service

Procession







Daniel has joined the choir


Eucharist



Heading out the door


Breakfast







Bun and cheese!









Darla and her children


Obligatory Mrs. Doyle photo


La Misa Pascual

Lisa belts out la gloria


Happy singing


El Coro


The Sunday School gave a puppet show about the Road to Emmaus at the end of the service








The Cast


Bible quiz with prizes!


Public School classes began on Monday, so all the students came up for a First Day of School blessing




After the Egg Hunt It's Bible Bingo!








Padre observes




Mrs. Moore