Faith is now quite uncertain. I'm no longer acting-as-if.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
AMDG
The letters above are an acronym. What do they stand for? I know that all of my readers are honest folks, and I'm putting you on your honor not to use Google. I'll give you one hint. The acronym is from the pre-computer age.
I was going to ask "Isn't that the advertising slogan on Benedictine liqueur bottles?", but when I checked, their acronym is "D.O.M." When I was a kid, my father assured me that it's short for "Dirty Old Man".
Actually Paul and NancyP are correct. About two minutes after I posted, Paul jumped in to spoil my game with the right answer, followed quickly by Nancy.
In grade school, and maybe on to high school, along with our names, we had to write the letters on every paper we handed in at school, or it was points off.
I should put the acronym somewhere on my blog, because that is one of my purposes in writing here. I don't always succeed, but I try.
"For the greater glory of God" is the motto of the Society of Jesus or the Jesuits, but other RCC groups have taken up its use.
I rather like my second attempt but I do think it's clear that Mimi sincerely seeks God's greater glory, and that is one of the reasons we keep coming back.
Rowan, I hate to contradict a good dog like you, but Paul is actually insufferable. He is the Dudley Do-Right that all of us remember from our school days, the boy who always had his homework, the one who always knew the answers when the teacher called on him, and the boy who never misbehaved.
He misbehaves now that he's a grown man, but it's too little, too late.
Another Misunderstood Deviant Grind, still trying too hard, though in the opposite direction!
Maybe some day I will chill, but the years remaining to do so dwindle. (The photo I use on blogger is a decade old).
Still, I love animals, children, and naughty old ladies, so I can't be all bad. I am shocked to read that Grandmère seems to be putting limits on grace when she writes "too little, too late." I gave up trying to earn my way into heaven long ago and I suspect that even with the evidence of my obnoxious behavior here Mimi still holds out hope for me (because she's a woman of faith).
O Rowan, you wonderful pup. I would totally laugh and probably roll around on the floor with you and be reduced to giggling. And then I'd see what we could do about a treat.
Every year my mother made Swedish pepper cookies for Christmas and hide them in a big container under the bed. It was too big for shelves and it was one spot where Kazan, our dog, could not reach. I would head for the cookies and always took out two: one for me and a whole one for Kazan. I have never thought humans were better than other species or deserved more cookies. You can guess that Kazan and I were best buddies. He's in heaven with Laika now but I still miss him here. When we're all together again there will be such lovely romps. And gravy.
Love and gravy to everyone! Hooray for Rowan and Grendel and Diane and Scout and all the elder creatures who help us two-leggeds sort it out. Grandmère, you don't fool anyone; you're a softie. And I am terminally silly, using layers of fancy words to make silliness seem respectable, which quite misses the point of silliness. Which is silly of me. So I don't fool anyone either. Which is as it should be because God didn't make us to go around fooling each other.
Teasing, however, must be part of God's plan, or we wouldn't do so much of it. Teehee.
Now, where's the party?
Btw, I plan to bake those pepper cookies this weekend. I may just have to take some to Cassie and Zima across the street and Jimmy next door, who are all wonderful neighbor dogs. I doubt one cookie could make them sick. I'd sure share with Grendel and Rowan and Diane too if we were close enough to do it. Woofs for everybody. (I know, I'm not a dog, but I am spiritually at least part bear, and they woof.)
Ad majorem Dei gloriam. Didn't have to look it up.
ReplyDeleteI promise to let the other kids play next time, Mimi. I must have seen this about two seconds after you put it up.
ReplyDeleteI'd ask for a penance but you've already condemned me to some nether ring of hell, so there's no hope.
Paul beat me to it. But of course, since I work at a Jesuit univ., I should know it! (AMDG is the Jesuit motto)
ReplyDeleteNancyP
Paul and NancyP, OCYCBW.
ReplyDeleteAnother mad dangerous grandmother?
ReplyDeleteHow many tries do we get?
Sorry, Paul, only one turn. I can see that you must have given your teachers a run - the boy who always had his hand up to answer every question.
ReplyDeleteAlmighty Most Devious God?
ReplyDeleteWell, I learned something today thanks to your blog!
ReplyDeleteIt's probably something in the language of Mordor...
ReplyDeleteKirstin!
ReplyDeleteJan, I'm pleased to be of service.
Tim, the answer comes tomorrow.
I was going to ask "Isn't that the advertising slogan on Benedictine liqueur bottles?", but when I checked, their acronym is "D.O.M." When I was a kid, my father assured me that it's short for "Dirty Old Man".
ReplyDeleteTim, Lapin, good tries.
ReplyDeleteActually Paul and NancyP are correct. About two minutes after I posted, Paul jumped in to spoil my game with the right answer, followed quickly by Nancy.
In grade school, and maybe on to high school, along with our names, we had to write the letters on every paper we handed in at school, or it was points off.
I should put the acronym somewhere on my blog, because that is one of my purposes in writing here. I don't always succeed, but I try.
"For the greater glory of God" is the motto of the Society of Jesus or the Jesuits, but other RCC groups have taken up its use.
I rather like my second attempt but I do think it's clear that Mimi sincerely seeks God's greater glory, and that is one of the reasons we keep coming back.
ReplyDeletePaul, that is my hope.
ReplyDeleteAunt Mary's Dead Goat!
ReplyDeleteStephen, welcome. That's a new one on me. That must be an expression from Down Under, right.
ReplyDeleteWell, I feel enlightened. And I have a new appreciation for Paul... not that I didn't love you to start with.
ReplyDeleteLindy
Rowan, I hate to contradict a good dog like you, but Paul is actually insufferable. He is the Dudley Do-Right that all of us remember from our school days, the boy who always had his homework, the one who always knew the answers when the teacher called on him, and the boy who never misbehaved.
ReplyDeleteHe misbehaves now that he's a grown man, but it's too little, too late.
We still love him. :-)
ReplyDeleteROFLMAO
ReplyDeleteAnother Misunderstood Deviant Grind, still trying too hard, though in the opposite direction!
Maybe some day I will chill, but the years remaining to do so dwindle. (The photo I use on blogger is a decade old).
Still, I love animals, children, and naughty old ladies, so I can't be all bad. I am shocked to read that Grandmère seems to be putting limits on grace when she writes "too little, too late." I gave up trying to earn my way into heaven long ago and I suspect that even with the evidence of my obnoxious behavior here Mimi still holds out hope for me (because she's a woman of faith).
But, I bet if I licked him he would laugh and maybe even give me a treat. I like him fine for that.
ReplyDeleteRowan
O Rowan, you wonderful pup. I would totally laugh and probably roll around on the floor with you and be reduced to giggling. And then I'd see what we could do about a treat.
ReplyDeleteEvery year my mother made Swedish pepper cookies for Christmas and hide them in a big container under the bed. It was too big for shelves and it was one spot where Kazan, our dog, could not reach. I would head for the cookies and always took out two: one for me and a whole one for Kazan. I have never thought humans were better than other species or deserved more cookies. You can guess that Kazan and I were best buddies. He's in heaven with Laika now but I still miss him here. When we're all together again there will be such lovely romps. And gravy.
Paul, your past kindness to dogs just might melt my heart. Go ahead, Rowan, give him a lick.
ReplyDeleteAwww...
ReplyDeleteYay! Now we get to make up!
O Dear Grandmère Mimi, if you and the others are very, very good I'll give you a lick too. I know I could make you giggle. I just know it.
ReplyDeletePaul, I am not at all surprised to learn about your generosity to your sweet Kazan. That is surly ad majorem Dei gloriam!
Love and licks for everyone
...well, gravy for Grendel,
Rowan
Love and gravy to everyone! Hooray for Rowan and Grendel and Diane and Scout and all the elder creatures who help us two-leggeds sort it out. Grandmère, you don't fool anyone; you're a softie. And I am terminally silly, using layers of fancy words to make silliness seem respectable, which quite misses the point of silliness. Which is silly of me. So I don't fool anyone either. Which is as it should be because God didn't make us to go around fooling each other.
ReplyDeleteTeasing, however, must be part of God's plan, or we wouldn't do so much of it. Teehee.
Now, where's the party?
Btw, I plan to bake those pepper cookies this weekend. I may just have to take some to Cassie and Zima across the street and Jimmy next door, who are all wonderful neighbor dogs. I doubt one cookie could make them sick. I'd sure share with Grendel and Rowan and Diane too if we were close enough to do it. Woofs for everybody. (I know, I'm not a dog, but I am spiritually at least part bear, and they woof.)
Paul, it's awfully sweet of you to share the virtual cookies, but Diana wants you to get her name right.
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