March 24th, 2011

lindisfarne gospels

Prayer for today

Fæder ure þe ært on hefone.
Sy gebletsod name ðin.
Cume rice þin.
Gewurðe willæ þin swa swa on heofone ond on eorþan.
Hlaf ure degwamlich geof us to dæg.
Ond forgeof us ageltes ure swa swa we forgeofen agiltenden urum.
Ond ne led us on costunge.
Ac alys us fram yfele.
Swa beo hit.
by himself

G'wan, nothing to see here

Tuesday was a beautiful day. We put the crown on the tower. People stood around, watching. Hera was outdoors, too, but she stayed close to home, mostly inside the fence. Too many people around. Here, she is actively willing the strangers to go away, so she can come out and play in the back yard, maybe even go exploring the neighbors'.

Hera on the back stoop
Hera on the back stoop


Rob Bell as Faust

Christopher Marlowe wasn't a theologian, but he reproduced some good theology in his play, The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus. Here, in this scene between Faustus and Mephistopheles, Marlowe shows that he understands about hell far better than Rob Bell.
FAUSTUS Was not that Lucifer an angel once?
MEPH Yes, Faustus, and most dearly lov'd of God.
FAUSTUS How comes it then that he is prince of devils?
MEPH. O, by aspiring pride and insolence;
For which God threw him from the face of heaven.
FAUSTUS And what are you that live with Lucifer?
MEPH. Unhappy spirits that fell with Lucifer,
Conspir'd against our God with Lucifer,
And are for ever damn'd with Lucifer.
FAUSTUS Where are you damnn'd?
MEPH. In hell.
FAUSTUS How comes it then that thou art out of hell?
MEPH. Why this is hell, nor am I out of it;
Think'st thou that I, that saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells,
In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?

Dorothy Sayers, in her retelling of the Faust legend, The Devil to Pay, shows that her Mephistopheles knows the Bells of this world inside and out.
MEPH.Laughter! I tell you I have split my sides!
These wiseacres, that are too clever to see
A plain fact in broad daylight. Up they come,
Sidling and bridling like a fretful horse,
Showing the white of the eye. "What, that a fact,
That tall, black, ugly fence? It can't be true,
There must be some way round -- the gate, if you please."
And I am there -- Oh, I am always there
To bow, and touch my hat, and take my fee
And open the gate that leads them into the circle,
The ring with the barriers, the closed ring, the place
from which there is no way, no way, no way out.