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We talked about oneness in church. Brother Fountain is sitting next to me and translating Mandarin into English for me as people stand to speak. Usually, I am on the first floor of the church where services are in English. But today, I am on the second floor and service is in Mandarin. “Feel free to come by. We’ll always have someone here to translate for you,” Wei, another Brother who has become someone I look up to as a mentor, told me two weeks ago on my first return visit.
I look forward to seeing Wei on Sundays for the sole fact that I enjoy shaking his hand when we greet each other. It conveys a very warm feeling. It makes me feel full.
Brother Fountain’s full name is Fountain Lin. He is a long time member of the church and though there is no Father here (everyone is an equal and if anyone felt the need to stand and speak, if they feel compelled to, they are free to do so), I have seen him enough times to know that he is a kind of mentor to people here. He is often the first to address the congregation and sits at the front with the other saints: the others that I know are Brother Paul and Joseph. Anyone is allowed to sit in the front though. If they are compelled to.
Fountain speaks with a soft voice that is kind but tired. He is a high school math teacher and at one point, we had taught at the same high school though a few years apart. His eyes open when I tell him the name of the school.
“Dragons?” he says.
“Yeah.” I laugh.
He was there for ten years. Denied tenure by a self-serving principal who eventually became assistant super attendant. Yet, I was there for two and I’ve already forgotten about the school mascot.
I didn’t know until today, but it has been his Bible and Holy Book For Morning Revival that I have been borrowing; he reads the Chinese edition. I had planned to buy copies for my own use, but other members of the church have told me to wait. They are going to update to new edition soon. He tells me to take his books home, gives me the relevant passages, and to make photocopies.
Today, we are on Week 4. Discussing oneness.
Oneness in faith. Oneness in body. Oneness in spirit. Oneness in accommodation not out of our own self-righteousness, which is selfish, but for others who are also seeking it.
“Are you a believer? Or are you trying it out?” Fountain asks.
I am not sure how to answer. “I’m not sure. But I feel that I am seeking to believe. I enjoy coming here. I feel warmth and a kind of fullness. This is my third time here and I want to keep attending.”
“That’s wonderful. It’s a start,” he says.
When everyone is getting ready to leave, I think about oneness. From the way that it’s talked about, it’s not so much about completion as it is about harmony. Harmony with our beliefs, our faith, and our daily living. This is oneness.
It is not a revelation of any kind. And in fact, different versions of this and other aphorisms are shifting around in my head as I am walking down the stairs, towards my car, which is double parked in front of Wei’s car. I was late today. Wei doesn’t mind though. He is talking to another member of the church and smiles when I approach. He shakes my hand.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Not at all. I’m not in a hurry to leave anyway. It’s nice out today anyway.”
It is a full spring day. Low hanging cumulus clouds without any hint of gray at all. Stark white. Even holy in a way. The sun is shining down across the parking lot and makes all the paint on the cars look clean and lustrous. It could have been a Sunday in the middle of May. Everyone is standing with their coats across their arms. But it’s still February.
“How are you doing? It’s good seeing you,” Wei says.
“It’s good seeing you too.”
“Were you here last week?”
“I was, but I was downstairs.”
“That’s great. It might be easier for you downstairs since services are in English.”
“Yeah. There are a lot of good people there. I met Brother Jason last week. From Davis. But I came up this week.”
“Jason! He’s a good man.”
Wei is smiling the entire time. He is disheveled, wears faded cardigan sweaters and peers over thick glasses when he reads, but is refined in the way that academics and scholars are. Wei also speaks with a soft voice, though without Fountain’s weariness. He is a real-estate broker.
Wei is also interested in photography and the first time we met, he asked if I could help him sell his Canon 40D. “I’ve got two lenses. The kit lenses and a really bulky one with a red-ring around it,
“Ah. An L-series. Nice.”
“Yeah. I don’t skimp out or buy cheap things.”
“It’s in great condition. Like new. The reason I’m selling is because I’m switching to a more compact system. The Sony NEX system."
"Nice. I’ve been wanting a Sony."
This was apart of our first conversation.
“By the way, I use to go to the church in Davis, a few times, when I was still a student. I never realized it’s apart of the same church," I say to him in the parking lot.
“Yeah! We are. One church. One spirit. One body.”
I took Sam with me to the Davis church once. Winnie asked us to go with her. It was a good night. We had a scavenger hunt around campus. A lot of young people were there. I felt happy. We bought Jamba Juice and brought it back to my apartment, sat around and talked for hours, just the three of us.
There are so many contradictions. I’m sensitive yet cold. Easily taken along yet stubborn and willful. Selfish and self-sacrificing. Severe yet soft. Faithful, unfaithful. So many things. Even in the world. How to reconcile all these things?
The idea of letting these contradictions be solved in the hands of some higher power, God, that is outside of my existence makes me uneasy and I try not to think about it while driving. I feel like I am many different people thrown all over the freeway. One in each lane, incoming and oncoming.
But that’s the point isn’t it. If you accommodate and receive God into yourself, if you accept Him, then the contradictions would be solved. I imagine Fountain or Wei, or even Paul and Joseph would say something to this effect. Well, maybe I don’t know them well enough yet.
It can’t be this simple or straight forward. Nothing ever is. I guess I don’t let them be.
I think of Ayn Rand. “Contradictions do not exist. Whenever you think you are facing a contradiction, check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.” Which one is wrong then? I’ve been mulling this over for weeks. What are my premises?
A car honks at me from behind, I am in the far lane but slowing down. I switch over to let the car pass and concentrate on looking for the off-ramp.
I stop by my aunt’s home. Becky, her housemate, is there too. She brings out some tea leaves which she has brought with her from China. Dragon tea. Becky is from Indiana, by way of Henan, China, and is trying to find a job with the state here in Sacramento. Something to do with clean energy.
She and I have become friends. Becky and my aunt also go to church with me. Though Becky is not necessarily a believer, she feels the same way that I do. “There are a lot of things I take with me. And the people there are very nice,” she says.
My aunt’s home is barren for the most part. There is a desk towards the front of the living room. A sofa that no one sits on. A bookshelf with a bible and Chinese books, bottles of wine from Trader Joe’s. The hardwood floors are cold. When the windows are open, the spaces fill with air quickly and smells like the citrus from the orange tree in the backyard, the neighbor’s, that seems to grow fruit year round. There are brown paper bags along the kitchen wall that are full of them.
We fry miniature egg rolls; my aunt sections the normal sized wraps into four, to make them, then stores them in a Ziploc bag which goes into the freezer for when she is too lazy to cook. I tell Becky a story about when we first moved to Sacramento. The neighbors brought over chocolate fudge brownies for Christmas. Not knowing what to make in return, but compelled to give them something, my aunt fried a batch of miniature egg rolls for them. I was mortified and embarrassed. Egg rolls and Christmas. But they loved them and asked for them every year after.
When the egg rolls are finished, we bring them into the living room and sit around the office table, since there is no coffee table, along with the tea which has been steeping for a while already. We open all the windows and though it is cold, we are wearing jackets and have our shoes on. The air is a mix of old homes, Chinese families, canola oil, tea, and oranges. Oneness.
Becky asks me what I’m going to do the rest of the day. It’s a nice day after all. Like the middle of May. A full Spring day with low hanging cumulus clouds. The chrome metal trimmings of cars and their side mirrors are shining along the sidewalk along outside.
“I think I’m going to find a cafe and just write for a bit,” I say.
Becky looks confused, “But it’s a nice day outside.”
As I leave, I hug my aunt. She says I’m very guai’ these days. Polite. Good. A good nephew.
Since it is such a nice day today, I drive to thrift store before going home. I am not looking for anything in particular, though it would be nice to find a worn and faded cardigan to go along with the change in weather.
I realize that today is the last day of Chinese New Year. It would be proper that I find some new (but old) clothes. Though I don’t find the cardigan, I do find a book of Gustav Klimt’s paintings.
The first painting that I see when I open the book is “Fulfillment”. A man is locked in an embrace with a woman. His back, in its kaleidoscope of patterns, dominates the painting. Ripples. Eyes. Boats. Green triangles. Birds. The woman is in green and blue shades that fade into the man. Her face and hands are unadorned. Clear and white unlike the man’s back, which is dark brown and tanned.
By the shoulders, where the patterns start and end are not so clear. You have to look closely to see the dividing boundaries. And if you look too long, the patterns start to curl into each other.
I buy the book. It’s not too expensive. A few pages are torn out, but I don’t mind.
There is a traffic jam on the freeway. Cars are piled up in front of me. I roll the windows down and try to see where the accident is but I can’t find it. It’s all the way down.
I look at the Klimt book on the passenger seat and leaf through it while juggling gas and throttle.
Fulfillment. Oneness. One is right. One is wrong. Check your premises. Acceptance. A Triune God. Patterns and paintings. Highway lanes. Good weather. It’s all muddled up in my head, blending into one another. My skin itches underneath the seat-belt strap and I loosen my tie.
When the traffic starts to move again, I realize, maybe they’re all the same.
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SS Peter & Paul, Athenry (24)
SS Peter & Paul, Athenry (24)
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Meiler de Bermingham, 2nd Baron of Athenry and founder of the town, bought the site from Sir Robert Breynach (= Breathnach = Welsh/Walsh) for 160 marks (=£106:13:4 – £106.67) in 1241 and presented it to the Dominican friars together with another 160 marks so that they might build an abbey – reputedly at the request of St. Dominic himself; the saint, however, had died in 1221. He also gave gifts of wine, English cloth, and horses for drawing stones, and furthermore induced his knights and soldiers to contribute to the work. Meiler himself died in 1252 in a battle near Cashel, Go. Tipperary, and his body was brought back to Athenry and buried near the high altar.
Dedicated to SS Peter and Paul, building got off to such a fine start that a provincial chapter was held there in 1242. Both the native Irish and colonizing Anglo-Normans co-operated in sponsoring the construction work: Felim O’Connor, King of Connacht and founder of the Abbey of Roscommon, built the refectory, Eugene O’Heyne the dormitory, Cornelius O’Kelly the chapter-house, Walter Husgard the cloisters, Arthur MacGallyly the Infirmary, Bernard O’Trarasy (?Treacy) and his wife the guest-house, and Rodolf Hallatune gave the altar in the chapel of the Blessed Virgin; Thomas O’Kelly, Bishop of Clonfert, built a vault near the north side of the high altar. The priory was completed in 1261.
In 1324 William de Burgh (Burke) and his wife Fionnula gave 100 marks (£66:13:4) towards building the front of the church (the west end, now largely destroyed by a handball alley built into it about the turn of the century) and also lengthened the choir of the then rectangular building by extending it eastwards by 20 feet. The north aisle and transept were probably built about the same time; worthy of note is the transept’s fine north window, with its tracery of curved-sided triangles, best paralleled at Merton College, Oxford, in the Bishop’s House and Chapter House at Wells, Somerset, and In the Great Hall of The Desmond Castle, Newcastle West, Co. Limerick.
In 1400 Pope Boniface IX granted a Bull of Indulgence to those who visited the priory on certain festival days and who contributed alms towards its upkeep. In 1423 the priory was, accidentally burnt and Pope Martin V granted another Bull of Indulgence to those who contributed to its repair, an Indulgence which was renewed in 1445 by Pope Eugenius, there being about thirty friars there at the time. Alterations made during this lengthy period of rebuilding included reduction of the size of the east window, replacing Its ornamental cusped tracery by the more severe switch-line variety, the insertion of an altar-alcove into the north wall of the choir, the replacement/insertion of the north doorway into the transept, and the heightening of the roof of the cloistral ambulatory. The major change, however, was the construction of a large central tower, which necessitated strengthening the aisle’s columns and reducing Its arches; under the tower was erected a roodscreen, of which there are only three other examples in Ireland.
The priory escaped suppression in the Dissolution of Henry VIII, thanks to the Intervention of Deputy Anthony Sentleger who in a letter dated the 7th of July 1541 stated that as it "is situated amongst the Irishry … our saide sovereign lord shoulde have lyttle or no profit", despite which the custos of the friary Adam Copynger, and his fellow-friars had to agree to change "their habit and wedes of a ffriar into a secular habit". In 1574, however, Queen Elizabeth 1 granted the friary buildings and lands to the provost and burgesses of Athenry for 26/6 (£1.35) yearly.
In 1627 Charles I granted the priory to four Galway merchants as assignees of Sir James Craig (a Scotsman associated with the Plantation of Ulster) to hold it for the king. These merchants, however, were well-disposed towards the friars and the Dominicans were therefore able to re-establish themselves in Athenry in 1638. There followed a brief period of restoration work, the sacristy and perhaps the hagioscope/’leper squint’/ penitent’s cell’ in the south wall of the nave apparently being additions dating from then. In 1644, during the period of the Confederation of Kilkenny, the priory of Athenry was erected into a University for the Dominican Order by the decree of a General Chapter held in Rome.
Disaster befell the monastery in 1652 when Cromwellian soldiers wrecked the buildings, a record of which is to be found on a carved stone plaque dated 1682, now mounted in the north wall of the church.
In the mid-18th century the cloistral buildings were demolished and a barracks for a regiment of English soldiers built there. These soldiers are recorded as having broken or defaced nearly all the tombs and other carved stones in the priory. About 1850 the soldiers moved to the new barracks built in Cross Street, and about 40 years later the abandoned barracks was demolished and the houses of Abbey Row built.
An illustration of 1793 shows the church roofless but with its central tower intact. The tower, however, fell in 1845, the best evidence remaining for its former existence being its spiral staircase which can best be seen from the outside.
The Priory of SS Peter and Paul Is now a National Monument in State Care
Quite apart from the interesting architectural remains, the priory is also noteworthy for many fine grave-slabs and for two fine tombs. The grave-slabs include a long, low, house-shaped one with a cross carved in relief at either end which is most probably the grave-marker for Meiler de Bermingham, founder of the priory. Most of the other grave-slabs are of 17th century date. These include a fine one dated 1627 for John Burke and his wife Katren which is not only carved with intricate cross and animal figures but also has interlaced patterns carved along some of its beveled edges. Many of the slabs show the tools associated with the person buried, in most cases farm workers whose grave slabs were marked with a plough-soc and a coulter; only one, dated 1697 and for William Boyne (?Royne), has a complete plough carved on it. Worthy of note also is the grave-slab mounted against the wall against the wall inside the present entrance which is dated 1631 and not only has a triketra knot carved on it but also a large woodworker’s axe head, an anvil, and other tools. The finest such grave-slab, however, is that of Blacksmith called Tannian. It is dated 1682 and carved with a cross on either side of which are two bellows, an anvil, a horse-shoe, a claw-headed hammer, a pincers and an augur.
The two large tombs are noteworthy, particularly the larger one, centrally placed in the choir. It was erected for Lady Mathilda Birmingham who died aged 20 years and 10 months in 1788, fourth daughter of Thomas Earl of Louth, Baron of Athenry and premier baron of Ireland – the last of his line. The tomb is now sadly damaged, apparently by British soldiers searching for treasure before they left Athenry forever in 1922, but is still of special importance for its stucco decoration: one panel mentions Coade of London and the date 1790 while the urn atop the monument shows portrait-heads of Lady Mathilda and is inscribed "Coade Lambeth 1791"; Coade was a Londoner who became famous for his invention of a stone like material known as Coadestone, the secret of its manufacture dying with him.
The other tomb is in the extreme south-east corner of the church. Its importance lies not in itself but in that it belonged to the De Burgh family and was "repaired" by one of them, Ulick John Marquis of Clanricarde, in 1835. The family motto UN ROY, UNE FOY, UNE LOY (one king, one faith, one law) is carved on the coat of arms.
The earliest funerary monument is the long, low, house-shaped one with a cross carved in relief at either end. Unique in Ireland, this is, presumably that of Meiler de Bermingham who died In 1252. The next earliest is inscribed with a cross of apparently late 15th century date, but bears neither date nor name. The earliest named grave slab is that of Lady Mariota de Burgo which has a fine cross and is dated 1615, but easily the finest is that of John Burke, his ancestors, and Katren Burke, his wife which is dated the 12th of 80ber [October] 1627; it is decorated with an intricate double-ended cross, some animals, and Late Medieval ‘Celtic’ interlace on all but one of its beveled sides. A grave slab bearing a cross and the date 1631 also has ‘Celtic’ ornament in the form of a triquetra knot. This slab also has some implements carved on it, including a large woodsman’s axe head, and is thus the earliest of the many 17th century grave slabs in the Priory which indicate the occupation of the deceased. Several of these bear the coulter and soc (share) of a plough, and one, dated 1697, a complete plough. The finest of these occupational grave slabs is that of a blacksmith called Thomas Tanian who died in 1682; it shows two large bellows, an anvil, a horseshoe, a claw headed hammer, a pincers and an augur.
The most interesting of the wall-plaques Is that dated 1682, which is inscribed in English, French and Latin, and with one word apparently in Irish; it records. inter alia, the destruction wrought by the Cromwellians some thirty years earlier.
The larger of the two tombs is that of "the Rt. Honble Lady Mathilda Birmingham, fourth daughter of Thomas Earl of Louth, Baron of Athenry and premier baron of Ireland". She died on the 31st of May 1788. Her father was the first and the last Baron of Athenry to inherit also the Earldom of Louth, and with his death both titles died out. The tomb is notable for its now sadly damaged but fine stucco-work, one panel of which is signed Coade, London, 1790, while the urn on top, which shows Lady Mathildas head twice in profile, is signed Coade, Lambeth, 1791. The other tomb, in the south-east corner of the Priory, is an 1835 "repair" (replacement) of the tomb of the Clanricarde Burkes, a peerage dating from 1543.
Lying scattered inside and outside the Priory are parts of a fine late 17th century altar-tomb – it is hoped that it will shortly be restored. .
(c) 2000 Etienne Rynne
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Sunday morning at the park – a new ball
Sunday morning at the park – a new ball
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"Oh, buy that silver ball for them," said the wife, as we walked past the provision shop downstairs, on the way to our morning at the park. She remembered the last time we went and the kids didn’t have one to play with.
We are not an outdoorsy couple but we thought the kids would benefit from some fresh air and sunshine. It would be a good change from overcrowded malls and the Great Singapore Sale. Also, Papa could use some activity other than all that time in front of the computer.
We managed to get in some ball time, with Mommy trying to get Faith to play too, and also some time on the beach playing with sand.
One of the instincts we had to curb was the instinct to keep them from getting dirty. Kids need to get grubby sometimes. So we let them play in the grass and sand.. Even if it meant having to dust off half a beach of sand from their sweaty faces, clothes and shoes later.
And then my senses told me it was going to rain and it was time to go.
Sure enough, the raindrops fell on the windscreen of the car as we pulled into the highway. And a knackered Isaac started to nod off in his car seat.
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This following not about faith shoes,But funny：Words have a magical power. They can bring either the greatest happiness or deepest despair; can transfer knowledge from teacher to students words enable the orator to sway his audience and dictate its decisions. Words are capable of arousing the strongest emotions and prompting all man’s actions. Do not ridicule the use of words in psychotherapy. (Sigmund Freud, German Psychiatrist)Success is a relative term. It brings so many relatives. Children in backseats cause accidents. Accidents in backseats cause children. Quit don’t quit. Noodles don’t noodles..Save water. Shower with your girlfriend. 。OK！good!！Beautiful:
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17. All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart, sweetheart., 18. 365: Day 172, dad day, 19. Untitled, 20. It all started with a chair…, 21. Untitled, 22. 365: Day 87, mirror mirror, 23. "I like your shoes.", 24. Untitled,
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Q&A–: What is the significance of throwing ones shoes at an American president in the Muslim faith?
I just saw it on the news then; that’s so freakin’ funny!
Disrespectful? Come on, it’s George Bush! The guy’s a disgrace to humanity!
The answer in the following: (Hint: The reader is not the correct identification.)
Answer by Nataly L
Who cares, they’re all a bunch of dumbasses.
Answer by Googleholian 7
Funny, eh? Some sense of humor you have. It is disrespectful.
Answer by ANTI-DISNEY CHANNEL
doesn’t sound funny to me :l
Answer by notfaromouse
in middle eastern culture it is an extreme insult to throw ur flip flop/ shoe at someone cause they are dirty
Answer by TriciaG28 SPL Champions 07/08
Muslims believe the slapping someone with the soles of their shoes is one of the highest insults to give.
When Saddams statue was knocked over many Iraqis slapped it with the soles of their shoes.
Answer by mac-a-licious
I don’t know about Islam but the Mosaic law has this one thing with the woman taking a sandal off the guy she’s torqued off at and waving it at him.
notfaramouse is right: In Arabic countries it is an extreme insult to show the soles of ones shoes to anyone. Kinda like doing the “Hook ‘em Horns” sign in Italy.
Answer by GazzaPwns666
The fact that it is absolutely hilarious and that we should all take a good time to have a long hard laugh about it xD
Answer by Christian101
That’s not funny…what’s funny is that most of those shoes are probably from American companies
Answer by Maggie
I just saw it on TV, I couldn’t believe it. I don’t know what got into the guy that threw the shoe, I think people are just going crazy.
Answer by QueenofYack
Wow Desiree you must be losing your touch.
I figured you would have sense enough to google this.
“Among Muslims, throwing shoes at someone, or sitting so that the bottom of a shoe faces another person, is considered an insult.”
What do you think? Answer below!
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