I gotta have my orange juice.

Jesu, Juva

Metábasis eis állo génos (3-4)

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I wrote last week about households. A corollary of this is that any work a wife does outside of her home is a gift that she brings to her husband and places under his direction.

But if her husband overrules her on the day that he hears it, he shall make void her vow which she took and what she uttered with her lips, by which she bound herself, and Yahweh will release her. (Numbers 30:8)

This does not mean that he does not give her great freedom in it. It is the nature of authority to beget and to multiply authority.

The heart of her husband safely trusts her;​​
So he will have no lack of gain.
​​She does him good and not evil​​
All the days of her life.
She seeks wool and flax,
​​And willingly works with her hands.
​​She is like the merchant ships,​​
She brings her food from afar.
​​She also rises while it is yet night,
​​And provides food for her household,​​
And a portion for her maidservants.
​She considers a field and buys it;
​​From her profits she plants a vineyard. (Proverbs 31:11–16)

I always look for Wolfe when I go to the used book store:

I was tempted to form a trifecta, but I think it will be a long time before I can work in The Bonfire of the Vanities.

But whenever we are dealing with symbolic language, we must remember that the symbol is always less than the reality. The wedding ring is less than the marriage. The flag is less than the country it represents. This means that if the lake of fire is a literal lake of fire, then it must be really bad. But if the lake of fire is merely symbolic, then that means that the reality it represents is far worse . . . Saying that the fire and brimstone are symbolic does not fix our dilemma. Symbolic of what? — Douglas Wilson

But what if the essence of a place is that it is defenseless? What if its ability to welcome others, to be hospitable to strangers, is its identity? What if vulnerability is its unstated mission? . . . . A synagogue is not like an airport or a stadium. When it becomes a fortress, something immeasurable is lost. — Juliette Kayyem

My state and county Republican leadership is a little too eager to commemorate 9/11 and MLKJ.

Fruits of the Spirit are to be practiced, cultivated:

Hatred is a fruit of the Spirit:

Oh, that You would slay the wicked, O God!​​
Depart from me, therefore, you bloodthirsty men.
​​For they speak against You wickedly;​​
Your enemies take Your name in vain.
Do I not hate them, O Yahweh, who hate You?
​​And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
​​I hate them with perfect hatred;​​
I count them my enemies. (Psalm 139:19–22)

Written by Scott Moonen

January 22, 2022 at 3:21 pm

Posted in Miscellany

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