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Venetian Miracles of the True Cross

There’s a lot of miracles associated with the various relics of the True Cross, and obviously nobody can know them all. In Venice, however, there are a lot of famous paintings referring to particular miracles that happened around there, so it’s helpful to know the story!

Here’s a journal article I came across which seems to address the problem, and describes some Italian books about it, including one very early, forgotten one which seems to have been influential:

An Incunabulum of the Miracles of the True Cross of the Scuola Grande di San Giovanni Evangelista, by Patricia Fortini Brown.

The article also notes that Bellini’s “Procession in the Piazza San Marco” is yet another miracle story!!! I didn’t know that!!

The painting shows the procession, big just like in real life, with the True Cross under a canopy in the fashion of a Eucharistic procession. Meanwhile, between the procession members and almost at the feet of a candlebearer, we see that one red-robed merchant kneels at the side of the procession. He is praying for the health of his son, and he will return home to find the boy completely healed, from the moment of his prayer. So it’s life in the big city, where we don’t always see grace happening or understand the most important moments. It also allows all the confraternity members to get their picture taken, because the faces of procession and crowdmembers are Venetians who helped fund these kinds of paintings.

Apparently this offends a lot of art critics. Eh, I think they are over-nice in their tastes. Everybody likes to have their picture taken, and it is doctrine that there is always a “cloud of witnesses” around every event, much less historical events. Donors always got their picture taken in the Middle Ages, and it seems to have helped the piety of donors to be able to picture themselves “being there.” It may have annoyed some of their neighbors, possibly; but even today, most people like to see their neighbors or friends or family in a realistic mural. I suspect that this sort of painting was an outgrowth of the pious idea of meditating by picturing oneself as present at various Biblical events; and some people seem to like picturing themselves with their friends and family in such meditations.

Here’s another very cool miracle painting: “Miracle at the Bridge of San Lorenzo.” The confraternity of San Giovanni Evangelista has just received a relic of the True Cross, and has been processing it all around the city. The bearer of the relic was jostled while crossing a bridge to go to the Church of San Lorenzo on St. Lawrence’s Day. He dropped the piece of the True Cross over the bridge and toward the canal — but it hovered safely above the canal water for several minutes, only descending when the confraternity’s head jumps into the canal to go get it. (It had evaded previous attempts by folks in boats or by swimmers, by just remaining serenely out of reach. You can see the poor lay confraternity members swimming around in their procession outfits, some normal people in their medieval skivvies, and at least one guy with his robe half off.)

Nothing else weird happened until they tried to take the True Cross piece to the funeral of a confraternity member at the Church of San Lio. The member had refused to participate in any of the processions or go to anybody else’s funeral, including those of confraternity brothers; and he secretly had lived a bad life, visiting brothels and taverns often and apparently dying unrepentant. People in the lay confraternity were vowed to live a pious and decent life, and to help out with the processions and funerals, so he also died breaking his promise. So the piece of the Cross refused to enter the church and be perceived as honoring this guy. The painting, “Miracle in the Campo San Lio,” shows the neighbors all watching this embarrassing scene from their windows. Eventually they just used a regular cross from the church for the funeral.

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Song by a Saint for a Saint (Maybe?)

St. Lorenzo Giustiniani (aka St. Lawrence Justinian) was the first Patriarch of Venice, because it was in his time that the Pope folded the patriarchate of Grado into the archbishopric of Venice.

Lorenzo came from one of those super-rich and super-noble Venetian families, but his family also was known for having a lot of saints as well as a lot of merchants. Lorenzo decided early that he was ambitious to become a saint and ascetic, had mystical visions, persuaded a friend to enter the order who had come to dissuade him from doing it, and ended up reforming the order which he entered. He wasn’t best pleased to be made a bishop for his pains! He promptly started the time-honored practice of giving away all his personal funds to the poor, which probably made diocesan finances rather interesting! (Although God usually provides in these cases.)

But he was also known for writing books (sixteen or seventeen of them!), and even for writing songs.

(Though his brother, Leonardo Giustiniani, was the humanist and poet of the family. For a while in Venice, love poems were called “Giustiniane” after him. The lyrics in the Laudario seems to be more often attributed to him, so I don’t know if this one is an exception.)

Anyway, here’s a praise song (“lauda”) with lyrics atributed by Joglaresa to the protopatriarch, St. Lorenzo: “O Madalena che portasti”. It’s a song about St. Mary Magdalene.

O Madalena, che portasti
magna amore Jesu Christo.

(O Magdalena, you who carried great love for Jesus Christ.) says it’s “Number 91 from the Laudario Giustinianeo – MS40 Biblioteca dei Padri Somaschi della Salute.” They say they took the tune from a different lauda by somebody else: “Fa mi cantar amor de la biata” (“I’m going to sing my love of the blessed woman”) – from the Cortona Laudario (C. 19 v. / 22 r.).

A lauda, or “lauda spirituale,” was a vernacular song dealing with holy or sacred subjects (like the lives of saints). But they were devotional in nature, sung at home or in religious confraternities of laypeople, or sometimes on the street for processions, rather than being sung in church. They were also used to comfort and cheer up prisoners facing execution or people who were dying. So basically, the same sort of thing as a carol or villancico.

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In Which the Banshee Exercises Her Right to Complain

What a lot of people don’t understand about Catholics and the Pope is that Catholics aren’t in the least subservient to their popes. The more Catholic you are, the more you reserve the right to complain and criticize the current Pope, as well as all the popes in the past. The people of Rome feel they have the greatest right to bitch about their bishop, and they do. A lot. (In fact, just the other day an ex-Catholic Jew from Rome took the time to complain to the Pope about the removal from the calendar of the Feast of the Circumcision of Our Lord. Because that is what we do!)

“So what has upset the Banshee about what the Pope has been doing today?” you may wonder.

Pope Francis has announced that from now on, footwashing rites on Holy Thursday will not be performed on “viri selecti” (adult men who’ve been picked) but rather, on “selecti” (men, women, kids, heathens, whoever).

(UPDATE: Fr. Hunwicke points out that the Pedilavium is officially restricted by the new wording to “the faithful” and to “the people of God.” So you have to be a baptized Catholic, because that’s the Church’s ancient definition of “the faithful.”)

So let’s lay out the arguments.

PRO: Since the Pope does control liturgy, and since footwashing subjects are a matter of practice and not doctrine, it is within the Pope’s power to change this stuff. A lot of parish priests have long turned “viri” into “altarboys” (ie, substitute acolytes who are “pueri,” boys). A lot of Protestant groups have always washed each other’s feet, or at least they’ve done it since the 1930’s or the 1970’s; and a lot of progressive parish priests wash the feet of men and women. So the Pope is just making the rules conform to the actual practice on the ground. Hurray for fewer sins of disobedience and liturgical abuse!

CON: The Pope is supposed to protect the age-old liturgical practices of the Church, not mess around with them at will. The primary reason Jesus washed His Apostles’ feet was that He was doing the same thing Moses did, when Moses made Aaron and his sons into priests (sacerdotes, that is, not presbyteri). The humility lesson was an attached moral of the story. Jesus therefore did not wash His mom’s feet, the feet of any of the women disciples, the feet of any of the men disciples who weren’t being made into priests at that very moment, or the feet of any kids or babies. There’s a reason why footwashing was traditionally done by bishops. Having priests wash the feet of altarboys may have seemed supportive of vocations back in the 1950’s, but in retrospect it was a stupid overreach that has led to more stupidity.

And of course some Protestant groups wash everybody’s feet. It’s usually the same Protestant groups that don’t believe in bishops or priests, so of course they want to have everybody taking on the powers of bishops, and they have no grounds for differentiating between men and women in relation to a theology of clerics that they don’t believe in. That’s what they do!

EITHER WAY: Most of the Fathers who talk about humility also talk about footwashing as a symbol of avoiding impurity in the Christian life by “washing it off” with repeated penance, and a reminder of Baptism (because Peter had already been “washed all over” in his Baptism by Jesus).

St. Ambrose said (in De Sacramentis) that in the baptistery at Milan, footwashing of the newbies by the bishop and his priests immediately followed his Baptism of catechumens on Holy Saturday. This was intended to further sanctify new Christians against being “tripped up” by the Devil, whom God prophesied in Genesis would bite at Man’s heel. In the rest of the world, Baptism was disassociated from footwashing (at the Council of Elvira, aka Illiberis or Elibris) after heretics began to teach that you didn’t need Baptism, only footwashing. (And this is why we can’t have nice things.)

It’s also mentioned in many places that Jesus washed Judas’ feet, and that it was the last kindness and the last plea to him to stop sinning. Accepting the washing of feet is like the sinner who is contrite and does penance before daring to receive the Eucharist; Judas is an example of someone who doesn’t really repent, but goes to Communion in his sins, with full intent to do Jesus deadly wrong. The ablutions of Jewish priests before entering the Temple were also a type of going to Confession before Communion. Jesus’ threat to cut Peter off if he didn’t have his feet washed was His threat to refuse Peter the Eucharist. (St. Cyprian and St. Augustine both talk about this.) Jesus then mentions Judas as the one who is not clean, and as the one who eats his bread but will lift up his heel against Jesus (a quote from the Septuagint version of Ps. 40:10/41:9).

St. Basil in his Discourse on Sin says that the moral of the story is that whatever God says, we need to accept with our whole heart; and that no matter how good and pious and loving our intentions, disobedience to God’s commands will cut us off from Him.

St. Ambrose also mentions that the early Christians in rural areas did footwashing in the home, and not just as a Holy Thursday thing but as an everyday practice of humility. This is a sign that we are supposed to help each other stay clean of sin, and that humility and penitence helps that cooperation to fight back against evil.

If people really want footwashing for both sexes, they should do the traditional thing, and wash feet on Holy Thursday but not at Mass. For example, it used to be the custom for various charitable organizations, priests, kings, etc. to hold footwashing in public squares or nice warm buildings. Generally the people whose feet were washed were either beggars or pilgrims, and they were given gifts of money (“Maundy money”) after the footwashing was done. Often they were also given new shoes and socks, entire sets of clothes, or meals served by the footwashers. Women’s feet were usually washed by women dignitaries, and men were forbidden to be spectators.

So my conclusion?

This is stupid when done at Mass. If we’re lucky, it will die out quickly.

Also, do me a favor and don’t touch my feet.

(Most of the info in this post came from Cornelius a Lapide’s Great Commentary, and specifically from the translated volume that covers the second half of the Gospel of John.)


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St. Anthony Mary Claret – Loom Programmer Turned Missionary Priest

Medieval Otaku introduced us this week to the work of a famous saint of whom I only knew the name!

He started as a child worker replacing bobbins on the spinning jenny in his father’s little weaving factory, became a weaver himself, and then went on to study loom programming and graphic design, as well as becoming an engineer, inventor, and businessman. But then… he gave it all up to become a priest.

Here’s part of his life story, from The Autobiography of Anthony Mary Claret:

Because I wanted to improve my knowledge of manufacturing techniques, I asked my father to send me to Barcelona…. My first move was to submit a petition to the Board of Trade for admission to classes in design….

Of all the things I have studied or worked at during my life, I have understood none better than manufacturing… God gave me such a ready wit in this that all I had to do was analyze any pattern, and in short order a copy would emerge from the loom exact to the last detail, or even with improvements… When after much thought I had managed to take a design apart and put it back together, I felt such a sensation of joy and satisfaction that I would walk back home quite beside myself with contentment. I learned all this without a teacher…

One day I told the shop superintendent that the pattern we both had in hand could be worked out in such and such a manner. He took a pencil and drew a plan of the way the loom should be set up for the job. I made no comment but told him that if he didn’t object, I would study it. I took the pattern and his sketch for the loom-setting home with me. In a few days I brought him a sketch of the setup needed to produce the pattern and showed him how the one he had sketched would not have produced the pattern in question, but a different one which I also showed him.

…My life at that time was an embodiment of what the Gospel says about the thorns choking the good grain. My ceaseless preoccupation with machines, looms and creations had so obsessed me that I could think of nothing else…

My only goal and all my anxieties were about manufacturing. I can’t overstate it — my obsession approached delirium… I loved to think and dwell on my projects, but during Mass and my other devotions I did not want to, and I tried to put them out of my mind… My efforts seemed useless, like trying to bring a swiftly rotating wheel to a sudden stop. I was tormented during Mass with new ideas, discoveries, and so on. There seemed to be more machines in my head than saints behind the altar.

So he went straight to the local Oratory to talk to a priest, gave up his job, and started aiming to become a Carthusian monk with a vow of silence. He was instructed that he needed to catch up on his Latin studies first, and eventually found out while taking classes in the seminary that he was called to be a diocesan priest. (But only after experiencing a lot of “temporary vocations” to various orders, which God used to train him in various aspects of his priestly work and spiritual growth. Not very easy on the expectations, though.)

St. Anthony Mary Claret eventually became assigned as the apostolic mission priest to all of Catalonia, Spain, at a time when the Spanish government was very ill-disposed toward priests. He gave more than ten thousand sermons, tramped endless miles along mountain paths between tiny villages, slept only two hours a night, and was sometimes directed to emergencies by visions or given miraculous travel help by angels. He also wrote 144 small books for use by the laity, designing their graphics and often setting up their printing. He did missionary work in the Canary Islands when they were added to his assignment area. He co-founded religious orders of women, and founded his own new religious order, the Missionary Sons of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, aka the Claretian Fathers. (In his copious spare time.)

The job was impossible, but nothing was impossible with God.

Then, all of a sudden, he was appointed Archbishop of Santiago, Cuba, and had to sail across the ocean! His job was to be a fixer and missionary under horrible circumstances, to try to stamp out the slave trade which persisted in spite of Spanish law, and to teach an island full of priests who barely knew Latin or how to say Mass. He brought in new priests from Catalonia under the new Catholic-friendly climate, and set up classes for the priests he already had. He also set up hospitals, schools, and nursing homes, as well as parish savings banks that doubled as credit unions. He was archbishop for six years, and his tenure included the great Santiago earthquake (when he was observed to stop some aftershocks by touching the ground with his hand) and the cholera epidemic that followed it. It also included a couple of attempts on his life, including a knife attack that left him with slurred speech and terrible scars on his face and arm, and a bout of yellow fever.

The bishop was called back to Spain (accompanied by some awfully suspicious “accidents” that failed to kill him or sink the ship) and made royal chaplain, as well as president of the Escorial Monastery. He reestablished religious in the place, restarted the local seminary, started schools and libraries and agricultural teaching farms nearby, and restored or replaced the Escorial’s priceless art treasures after long neglect and damage by war. His days started at three in the morning, and included both intense prayer and hard work for others, as well as giving away huge quantities of alms and free books.

Things got crazy again in Spain, and soon the queen was dethroned by a Communist revolt. St. Anthony Mary Claret went into exile with her, but his work was not done. Called to attend the First Vatican Council, he ended up addressing the craziness at Vatican I, making truly magisterial and saintly speeches.

The saint commented that the whole trouble was that people don’t understand Scripture. And why not? Three reasons:

“The first, as Jesus told Saint Teresa [of Avila], is that men do not really love God. The second, that they lack humility. It is written: ‘I confess Thee Father Lord of heaven and earth, because Thou hast hidden these truths from the wise and those prudent according to the world, and revealed them to the humble.’ Third and finally, there are some who do not wish to understand Scripture — simply because they do not wish the good.

“Now, with David, I pray: ‘May the Lord have mercy upon us, bless us, let His Holy Face shine upon us.’ I have spoken.”

And then he sat down.

But although he won his fight, the stress of hearing his fellow bishops talk junk instead of sense brought him bad health, and then a stroke. He returned to the Claretian Fathers in France almost unable to speak or stand. He had further nerve attacks, and then the government threatened to arrest him. He was taken into hiding among the Trappists at Fontfroide, and soon entered upon his last illness. He spoke of perhaps starting a mission in the United States, which the Claretians later did. He died a painful but holy death on October 24, 1870, and the bells of a nearby convent of nuns rang out with noone to ring them. When his body was exhumed 27 years later to be taken back to Spain, it was found to be incorrupt.

So yeah, the reason we don’t hear about this guy is because he is a challenge, because he fought Communism and other leftist movements just by proclaiming the Gospel, and because his modern life included real Apostolic fervor, results, and miracles. This sort of thing makes people uncomfortable, because it demands that we do something, too!

It’s also fairly obvious that St. Anthony Mary Claret should be named a patron saint of programmers, because he did the job back when it was still Jacquard looms.

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The Other German Animals That Brought Eggs

I’ve been reading Georg Franck of Franckenau’s essay from the 1600’s, “De Ova Paschalia” (On Easter Eggs). In it, he says that the Easter Hare actually stole eggs from the hens, then magically dyed them and hid them as mischief. The kids were then charged with finding and bringing them back.

This article makes an interesting point, linking the Easter Hare or Easter Bunny to an old motif found around the world, but in Germany used as related to the Trinity. It’s a motif where three rabbits were drawn in a circle so that all three rabbits had two ears each, but there were only three ears drawn in all. This is called the “Dreihasenbildes” or Three Hares motif. Apparently it was very common to draw the Dreihasenbildes on Easter eggs, often with each hare in a different primary color.

Medieval Jews have a similar motif in their synagogues, but there it represents the people of God as weak but protected by God, based on earlier translations of Prov. 30:26 (“The bunnies are a weak people who make their bed in the rock”) and Ps. 103:18/104:18 (“The high hills are a refuge for the harts, the rock for the bunnies.”) Christians interpreted these verses similarly, but regarded Jesus as the Rock.

The same article says that there was also a group of more benign animals who delivered eggs: the Easter hen (in the Tyrol), the Easter rooster (Upper Bavaria, Thuringia, Schleswig-Holstein, and Austria), the Easter fox (Hannover), the Easter stork or Easterbird (near the Netherlands), the cuckoo (in parts of Switzerland), and the Easter lamb (some parts of Upper Bavaria).

But in Vosges and Carinthia, the church bells fly around bringing Easter eggs! From Rome!

“When the bells fall silent on Holy Thursday, the bells fly to Rome to fetch the eggs. When they return on Holy Saturday, as they fly over they throw eggs into the grass, where the children have to look for them.”

This article talks a lot about various German customs like egg-tapping, and about the eggs that the hens laid on Holy Thursday being seen as particularly blessed.

St. Ephrem of Syria sang in one of his rhythms about the return to life of many of the saints in Jerusalem on the Day of the Lord’s Resurrection, “… the tombs were broken open like an egg, and the entombed bodies rose and came to life….”

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This Is Why We Don’t Let Jesuit Theologians Draw on Easter Eggs

Back in the 1600’s, Fr. Georg Stengel, S.J., joined the crowd of intellectuals who were designing “emblem books.” He decided to do an emblem book of Easter egg designs, which the unartistic could contemplate and the artistic could copy and use. It’s called Ova Paschalia sacro emblemate.

And this is one of the 100 Easter egg pictures he designed:


“Emblem 3: Divine Wisdom investigating. His Eye sees all things; God is witness to all.”

Most of his pictures are pretty complicated, but most of them aren’t nearly this… er… striking.

We also have a depiction of two good-for-nothings egging somebody’s house:


“Emblem 10: The propensity of humans for sinning is declared through egg-throwing. Those who do not know an art often err by throwing it down.”


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“Body of Christ” Remarks Demonstrate a Law of the Internet

One of the ancient laws of the Internet is that posts which correct other posts are prone to introduce their own brand new errors. Spelling corrections tend to include spelling errors, grammar corrections include grammar errors, and factchecking tends to produce huge new factual errors.

Here is a case in point.

Ted Cruz said that he thought “the Body of Christ should rise up” and support him, as the best Christian candidate.

Over on Huffington Post, Kathleen Parker misunderstood this as meaning that Cruz wanted Jesus Christ to rise up from His grave (which He’s already done, of course), and come vote the Cruz ticket. (Another HuffPo columnist, Peter Montgomery, didn’t like the point but at least understood it as referring to Christians.)

Over at Get Religion, David Mattingly made a comment explaining the biblical context, as did Get Religion alumna Mollie Ziegler Hemingway over on The Federalist.

But both columnists proceeded to say that calling Christians “the Body of Christ” was strictly metaphorical! And what’s worse, Mattingly dragged the Pope into this, which made it seem like the Pope would agree!

Now, Cruz is a Baptist of some stripe, and therefore it’s possible that “a metaphor” is exactly his interpretation of Paul’s passages concerning that. But the Catholic Church does not take it that way. Christians are mystically (ie, in a hidden or non-obvious way) part of the Body of Christ. In Baptism, our own lives died, and we took on His life. We eat His flesh and drink His blood, which nourishes His life within us. We can communicate directly with Christ our Head, as well as with other members (ie, body parts) of the Body who are with Him in heaven. The more Christlike we become in conduct, the more our bodies and souls become like His. In extreme cases, we can suffer His injuries as stigmata, or do His miracles, or have our bodies fail to suffer decay after death.

Also, a lot of people were quoting the relevant passage of Romans, but the really relevant passage was in Acts, where Jesus appears to Saul on the road to Damascus aand asks him, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute Me?” Saul/Paul had been persecuting Christ-followers, not Jesus – unless Jesus was speaking the stone cold truth about His mystical relationship to His followers. He got the idea of the Body of Christ from that, and obviously didn’t think the biggest learning experience of his life was a metaphor.

So no, it’s not a metaphor.

(However, when Beatus of Liebana says that you can call the Church a loose woman, because she puts herself out there for everyone and serves all comers… that’s a metaphor!)


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Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju

The time is the 1970’s. A young man is getting out of prison, with nowhere to go. But he does have a desperate plan. So he goes to the theater door of a man he saw perform only once before – at the prison – and pleads to become his apprentice in the art of rakugo.

Rakugo is usually described as a form of Japanese comedy. As this show points out early, that’s not entirely true. It’s more a blend of storytelling and acting, where the storyteller takes on all the parts. It is now regarded as high culture and performed in theaters, but it started out as just storytellers in the marketplace, sitting on mats. So the storyteller doesn’t take up much space or move around a lot, but he strives to create a whole world. Many of the stories are funny, but there’s also a tradition of scary stories.

So it’s an audacious career idea for a young man who’s totally inexperienced, but it’s not impossible. The master storyteller renames him “Yotaro” (an old-fashioned expression for “fool” that apparently shows up a lot in rakugo), but he accepts him as an apprentice. Yotaro turns out to be a hard worker and to have a good heart, and he openly supports the people around him. One of these is Konatsu, raised as a daughter of the house but actually the orphaned daughter of a famed rakugo storyteller. Although once it was just not done for women to do rakugo, Yotaro straightforwardly recognizes her skill and learns from her, while also asking the master to make her an apprentice too.

But it won’t all be that easy for Yotaro. His past follows him and causes him trouble, just as their pasts follow his master and his sempai, Konatsu. Somehow, they must reconcile the past while finding their own paths into the future. Because the problem with a traditional artform is that it has to stay enthralling to audiences in order to survive….

Visually, this show is gorgeous, albeit done in muted tones. The voice acting is also tremendous. (I’m pretty sure that the guy who plays Nyanta in Log Horizon is playing one of the small parts.) But even though it’s a “cultural” show, it’s not inaccessible to us Westerners; and it’s interesting that the anime art seems to be pointing out the debt that anime owes to traditional Japanese storytellers as well as to Japanese drama conventions. (As apparently the josei manga it’s based on was doing for manga art.) It will also be very interesting for anyone who’s ever performed in public, because it catches that feel very well. But as is fitting for a show about storytelling, it’s just a darned good story!

Episodes of this show are 47 minutes long, so you get a full drama-length TV show every week. That’s needed, because each episode apparently covers a lot of ground!

I recommend this show. Like Yotaro, it has a good heart.

Showa Genroku Rakugo Shinju* is available on Crunchyroll. The first ep will be available to non-subscribers (free with commercials) starting next Friday.

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Thank You, Sarah A. Hoyt!

In her co/guest-blogger position covering Instapundit’s nights, Sarah Hoyt kindly links to books that are coming out, if you ask her.

So here’s her link boosting the new volume of my translation of the Beatus!

How powerful is the reach of Instapundit’s blog?

She posted about an obscure translation of a medieval book at two in the morning, and by noon Amazon tells me I have sold $100 worth of books. Imagine how much that is worth to a more mainstream fiction book, or a nonfiction work on a topic of more general interest.

So.. thank you, Sarah!

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Legio XII Fulminata and the Miracle of the Rainstorm

One of the more well-known incidents of Emperor Marcus Aurelius’ reign was an event that is called the Miracle of the Rain.

The Legio XII Fulminata and the Emperor were fighting against a tribe called the Quadi, near Carnuntum in Austria. The emperor’s troops got trapped in a waterless valley that was surrounded by Quadi forces.

After five days, the troops were getting desperate. Apparently they resorted en masse to prayer to all their various gods, and the emperor joined in.

Out of nowhere, a rainstorm boiled up. Lightning lashed the mountainsides and thunder drove off the Quadi, while the rain fell so thick that they couldn’t even see the legionaries. Meanwhile, the rain in the valley was refreshing, and the legion was able to fill up their water supplies and then escape the dead-end valley.

(In this sculpture from the Antonine Column in Rome, the Quadi are depicted as getting zotted by a god in a cloud.)

Pretty much everybody in the legion claimed that the miracle was due to their own gods, Dio Cassius said it was a civilian magician from Egypt, and the imperial officials claimed it was because the emperor joined in.

But Christians widely claimed that it was all due to God listening to the Christians in the legion, and indeed there do seem to have been a lot of Christians in it.

Legio XII Fulminata had its headquarters at Melitene, Armenia, and thus is sometimes called “the Melitene Legion.” Armenia was one of first areas converted to Christianity, so it’s not surprising that an Armenian-based legion would have included many Christians. St. Polyeuctes of Melitene is supposed to have been one of its officers, along with his buddy St. Nearchus; and the Forty Martyrs of Sebaste were enlisted men of the legion.

All of these guys were martyred because they were Christians, not because they suddenly refused to fight; they were perfectly willing to fight for the emperor, and for the senate and people of Rome. Also, they were extremely popular early Christian saints. So much for the idea that all early Christians were pacifists.

There may have been another largely Christian legion, if the story of St. Maurice and the Theban Legion is true.

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Well, Isn’t That Just Special.

It turns out that one of the fannish academic people whom I really like and respect has finally published a novel. In fact, two novels. From a publisher.

Unfortunately, said books are historical fantasy novels of lesbian romance.

Well, at least you can trust them to be historically plausible fantasy, because she’s an intellectually honest academic… but um… yeah.

Obviously this reduces their mass market appeal, not many bookstores are carrying them, and no, I’m not going to read them. But then, obviously the publisher isn’t spending much marketing money on them, either, since I hadn’t even heard that this person had put out any books; and one of them has been out for a year.

On the other hand, apparently this is one of those niche porny romance publishers that purposefully targets specialized audiences, so they never sell to bookstores and don’t want to attract buyers outside that audience. I suppose the advantage for the writer is not having to go out and find a bunch of readers who read specialized romances.

Anyway, I suppose I wish her good luck, but I wish she’d written something that I could actually enjoy reading. Decadence in a society is extremely inconvenient.

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Mr. Hospital Is Not Always Your Friend

One of the UK sf fans recently had her father admitted to hospital after a fall after New Year’s. Within a few days, he got a chest infection, which killed him.

I’m frankly puzzled by her attitude of resignation. When my grandfather got bedsores in the hospital, we were furious with the hospital staff and we told people not to use that hospital. And bedsores are bad enough, but a chest infection??

1. If your NHS hospital is a place where people catch diseases or get infections served up by the nurses, it isn’t doing anyone any favors. You the taxpayer should be angry.

2. The people who view hospitals as a place to go and die are not paranoid; they are just assuming a hospital without adequate sanitation. No modern hospital has an excuse for being unsanitary.

3. Mr. Bleach and Mr. Real Soap are your friend. And if we’re not careful, Mr. Carbolic will have to be our friend again.

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Part 2 of Beatus Is Out!

I’m happy to announce that I have finally finished and published Part 2 of my translation of St. Beatus of Liebana’s Commentarius in Apocalipsin!


Commentary on the Apocalypse: Part 2 – Four Horses and the Lamb translates Books 3 and 4 of the Beatus, which cover the Book of Revelation’s chapters 3-7 (with a tad bit of chapter 8). This volume also includes a lot of juicy stuff about trying to guess the date of the end of the world, and why that’s not a good plan.

I’ve also included an appendix with translations of several contemporary letters that reference Beatus (as well as his student and friend, Bishop Etherius of Osma). Briefly, Archbishop Elipandus of Toledo didn’t like Beatus much, because Beatus criticized his Adoptionist theology. However, St. Alcuin seems to have thought Beatus was the bee’s knees.

Just FYI, the Beatus consists of 12 books. Books 5, 6, and 7 are a decent length, but the rest of them are pretty short.

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Please Do Not Visit Suburbanbanshee.Net for the Next Few Days

My old legacy webpages have been hacked again. Sigh.

So I have outsourced the fixit job, being unable to face all that handcoding again. Yes, it’s just injection script junk, but that’s bad enough.

I am seriously tempted to go all textfile, all the time. This HTML stuff gets on my nerves.

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