Sunday, February 10, 2008
Lenten Season At The Diocese Of Wenchoster
Pardon my tardiness with the Lenten column from the Diocese of Wenchoster, but I was traveling this week. Here's the word for the season from Bishop Roderick Codpiecium:
"Rimimber thou art dust,
End to dust thou shelt retarn."
Such will be may wards et both services on Esh Wednesday, when I will gently make the sane of the Craws on the foreheads of the faithful. Once again we are awl remainded of our mortelity end our depindence on the Lawd for our very being. I know I am. Then after the later marss we will adjourn to the Nane Bills for the great Linten tradit-i-on of bitter cakes washed dine with a paint or two of Old Roger – again a symbol of our moral fragility.
Lint begins, end I hope thet both the clargy end the larty of this darsis will take seriously the admoni-t-ion of Our Lawd to indeed put Satan behained us end keep our eyes on the metters of Gawd’s kingdom. I do implore you awl not to take the Linten nerratives literally however. Claiming up onto the pinnacles of our perish charches and announcing to mimbers of the Mothers’ Union that they’d bitter bear you up lest you strake your foot against a stone is not pastorally or medically sensible. I speak from experience. No, let your Linten obsarvances be simple end free from the excesses of some of our more boisterous clargy. I know main will be. End never forgit – it will itch at tames, but thet is what it is supposed to do!
Bliss you awl!
+ Roderick Codpiecium
Very likely, as the season continues, I will do further posts from the diocesan website, but you may want to explore on your own. The illustrations are excellent - as are the captions. Here's the link.
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It is always a blessing to heaw fwom Bishop Wodewick, though with that silly accent it is hawd to undewstand a wowd he says.
ReplyDeleteJohnieb, the secret is to read the words aloud. The flow is magnificent when you hear the spoken words, although, if they're enunciated with even a trace of a Mississippi accent, the entire effect could be spoiled.
ReplyDelete"let your Linten obsarvances be simple end free from the excesses of some of our more boisterous clargy."
ReplyDeleteI want to reassure you all that I am not feeling boisterous. A blessed Lent to one and all.
Paul, I'm relieved, for, indeed(!) I will not bear you up if you throw yourself off the pinnacle of the church. That's expecting too much from someone my age.
ReplyDeleteYeah, and with my sore shoulder, I can't.
ReplyDeleteJesus can catch 'im.
(Shoulder's better; doesn't hurt nearly as much, just a bit stiff.)
Kirstin, that's GOOD news. I didn't want to annoy you by asking every single day. Thanks for the report. I pray for a full recovery.
ReplyDeleteHa! I didn't want to keep pestering you with updates. :-)
ReplyDeleteThsnks for the prayers. Back at you.
I love the women in my life but the comments here make it clear I should keep my faith in Jesus since my sister's ain't gonna catch me (when I feel boisterous).
ReplyDeletePaul, you're very right to put your faith in Jesus, in the event that you get boisterous.
ReplyDeletePaul, we're crazy about you.
ReplyDeleteI'm not going to catch you when you feel boisterous; I'm going to sit back and watch. :-)