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Pits of Perpetual Perdition and the Pope

Vatican issues a correction

Francis Blues

Media screams: Pope Says There is No Hell

425 The Vatican today issued a clarification of the Pope's remarks about the pits of perpetual perdition.

Seems that the Holy Father's remark was incorrectly overheard, mistranslated, misreported, and the report was riddled with typos and spellcheck errors. Furthermore, the Holy Father ran out of gas! had a flat tire! didn't have enough money for cab fare! His mitre hat didn't come back from the cleaners! An old friend came in from out of town! Someone stole the Popemobile! There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN'T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!!!

Posted by: mindful webworker - got the blues, brother! at March 30, 2018 12:06 AM (UWStq)

Related webwork: Imagine Only Heaven - What in Heaven do you mean by no Hell?

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Even If It Kills You

Good Friday ruminations on belief and faith

On Belief and Faith

Jonah exits the fish
Image source: Padre Ryder's Journal

Religionists hold some beliefs which are true, but invariably will hold some beliefs which are false.

Jesus' folks had the best religion in the world, a powerful monotheism which bound them together. It was perfect ground for planting his message, because mostly he had only to tease out the best of his native religion.

His people also practiced a lot of unspiritual things.

If a false belief is a foundation of a person's faith, but is relatively benign, then it behooves us not to argue that belief. Spiritual benefit may be derived even from a fiction. If you could disprove the belief, there is great danger of the baby of faith being thrown out with the bathwater of bad belief.

Therefore, as teachers of truth, we must endeavor always to put good truth in, reinforce good lessons even from a fiction, and if there is error, the light of truth will ultimately drive it out. (And anyway, there's that beam in your own eye thing.)

Respecting the value, if not the facts, of a belief for the sake of another's faith is not a hard and fast rule. There are times you just have to bust loose and plainly speak about misguided religious leaders and whited sepulchers and all that. Even if it kills you.

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Gimli's Gone

Best dog there ever was, all the way to the end.

Originally posted as comments on Ace of Spades Pet Thread, Sat 2017 Nov 4.


I was a bit premature in announcing our dear dog's death last week. He visited the vet for the last time yesterday morning.

Friday afternoon

I stand on the porch and survey our acres, the acres Gimli knew were his. His territory, as his Queen had taught him. From possum to coyote, cross onto Gimli's territory at your own risk. Deer he tolerated, sort of. All others, beware.

And I thought: Who will protect us now? Who will defend us? Who will own us and teach us now?


There's no dog nosing the front door open, looking in, and then walking away, as if to say, "come out and play!" Or, as it sometimes seemed, nosing the door open for one of the cats.

Saturday morning thoughts

He was always good at the vet's. He liked the old guy (now retired) and the new gal doctors, and they all liked him. He was always completely cooperative, except for standing on the scale; he never cared for that much.

On the way to the vet's we passed a billboard I had never seen before, for a pet crematory. Talk about targeted advertising!

When we got to the vet's yesterday morning, he knew where we were, and he struggled to get up and walk in on his own, but we had to bring out a cart and roll him in. After that, he just laid there. I'm pretty sure he knew he was among friends.

Even the old doc happened to be in, buying dog food, and got to see Gimil once more.

Milady and I, our daughter, and the in-town son (he who, fifteen years ago, was sent out to "chase off that stray dog"), surrounded his bed.

He was that great dog all the way to the end. No complaints. He was looking at me, and then there were lifeless eyes. When that Light goes out, it's over. I had to go take a little walk outside before anything else.

Gimli in Glory

His collar hangs on the front porch. His smells (good old dog fur, and sickly excretions) still hang around, especially on the front porch where he spent his last hours. I savor it, knowing how quickly it will fade.

Not so quickly: stains inside and on the cement porch. Fur, lots of fur, and he was really shedding at the end. Sheets to wash. Old dog mat thrown out. His big food dish... stuck with other retired dog dishes. His favorite blanket... we left with him.

Took a walk around the circle drive this morning. First time in ages there was no dog to walk with me.

There's a hole in the universe where The Best Dog Ever isn't anymore.


...When Gimli first showed up, Neighbor Bob described him as "not knowin' sic-em from c'mere," and it was true. House-trained, though. So house-trained he always did his biz out in the tall grass, not the lawn.

Yesterday, after the vet's, the four of us went out for a memorial-celebratory breakfast at the local greasy spoon. Neighbor Bob and his son-in-law showed up there about the time we were done - an extremely unlikely coincidence. Seemed appropriate.

Bob always called Gimli by the name my brother's dog had, when brother lived here forty-plus years ago. "Rattler" was a better country-dog name than Gimli, I admit.


I take a walk. No dog runs to join me.

The cat food bowls have food left in them. No dog to clean up after them.

I open the side door on the car. No dog rushes to jump in.

He loved to go places. He loved just being in the car after we got somewhere. His rolling doghouse.

I have to mention how he was with my mom. She called him her grand-dog. His eyes would light up when we told him we were "going to visit Gramma." The last time there, he made sure to tell her good-bye, although he probably didn't know it was his last, it was sweet.

I'm having trouble seeing the screen.

Thanks for the sympathies from folks all the way since last week.

Posted by: mindful webworker at November 04, 2017 06:07 PM (rNruR)

Gimli in Daily Doodles, 2013:
Good Dog Gimli — This attempt to draw him really doesn't do him justice.
Doggie Dreams — Tried to catch him as he slept on his bed
Opened Your Mail For You — A True Life Saga co-starring Gimli's feline friend Merlin.
All "Gimli" tagged items, including yr webworker's comments about Gimli made on other sites (mostly Ace of Spades Pet Thread), 2013-2017

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Just try to keep up

c-d-c     F
She's two thoughts ahead of you

In everything you do

You think you're teaching her

You find out she's been teaching you

When you think you've got her figured out

She turns around
And the woman you thought you knew so well

Is nowhere to be found

She's a mystery
   Bb7                    F    C
An actress of the first degree
c-d-c     F
She's two steps ahead of you

Whenever you're on the go

When you wonder where you're heading

That's when she lets you know.

You think she's drifting off

She gives you that smile
And you know that she was teasing you

All the while

She's nobility
   Bb7                    F    C  F
An actress of the first degree.
Performed in Mindful Webworkshop Episode #10, 2016 Oct 14.

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Outside Looking In

No matter what you do, no matter where I am

C                Bb
It isn't easy to settle down
         Ab                 Bb    C
When you see that there's a party going on
C                           Bb
Feel like you're stuck in a little town
       Ab         Bb                   C
When tomorrow the whole world could be gone


   Bb                         C
No matter what I do I get the feeling
   Bb                          C
No matter what you do I got my doubt
No matter where I am I'm on the
Ab      Bb      C
outside looking in
C                Bb
It isn't easy to contemplate
            Ab                Bb              C
When you're used to runnilng 'round and being free
C                             Bb
And even though I know you're really great
           Ab        Bb          C
There's so many fine fish in the sea
C                Bb
It isn't easy to purify
          Ab             Bb       C
When your life is just a terrible bore
C                  Bb
I'm not so easy to satisfy
  Ab                Bb       C
I ask you, is there anything more?
C                Bb
It isn't easy to close your eyes
            Ab           Bb              C
When you're gonna go for that instead of this
C                Bb
It isn't easy to do your thing
         Ab               Bb                  C
When you think of all the things you're gonna miss
C                Bb
It isn't easy to do it all
   Ab            Bb             C
It wouldn't even help if I were cloned
C                    Bb
It isn't easy laying down your pipe
     Ab        Bb               C
When everybody wants to get you stoned
C                Bb
It isn't easy to give up booze
Ab           Bb               C
Even when it starts to do you harm
C                       Bb
When the city's waiting up the road,
       Ab             Bb               C
How ya gonna keep yourself down on the farm?
C                Bb
It isn't easy to not eat pork
         Ab              Bb            C
When you smell the bacon frying in the pan
C                          Bb
And even though you know I love New York New York
    Ab           Bb       C
I'm basically an Oklahoma man

Repeat first verse