Can it get worse after yesterday?
You bet it can.
I found out I have another Church Constitution meeting tonight.
I knew about it already, actually. It was right there in my date book (which records “dates” in the sense of “calendar dates,” needless to say, not dates in the sense of “I’ll pick you up at 7:00 for dinner and a movie.”). But I had the idea that it was a tentative scheduling, likely to be cancelled due to conflict. No such luck.
If I were a Catholic I’d cry out to some minor saint, “HOW MUCH CAN ONE MAN BE EXPECTED TO ENDURE?”
Not a major saint, of course. I’d be embarrassed to bother a big saint with a little gripe like this one.
Some minor, mostly forgotten saint. Somebody like St. Olaf, who was patron saint to a country that went Protestant out from under him.
Of course St. Olaf might not like me because I write books about Erling Skjalgsson, his lifelong enemy.
But I figure he’s probably so neglected these days that he appreciates any attention he can get.
Then again, from what I read of his life, I figure he’s probably not really a saint anyway. He’s probably still in Purgatory.
Wait, I don’t believe in Purgatory either.
Never mind.
I have a meeting to go to.
Maybe you can send a prayer up to Chesterton. (I was amazed, browsing the blog of a Catholic writer to see she prayed to old g.k.) I have a feeling he might let you off the hook 🙂
Yeah, you didn’t like Olaf too much, from what I remember. 😉
My theology teacher said CS Lewis was the only Protestant saint once… 😀
David, I think you’re falling into the common fallacy of conflating Olaf Trygvesson (whom I wrote about) with St. Olaf Haraldsson (whom I’ve only written about in a foreshadowing sense so far, except in Carl Martell’s lecture in WOLF TIME).
If you’d attended my lecture on Sunday you’d know about all this.
If St. Olaf is in heaven, it probably means that he’s gotten a grip about Erling by now – maybe the two of them have even become chums. But I guess I still wouldn’t recommend praying to him.