Well, it's Monday morning, and I've been out of the office for seven weekdays. It's 7:50 a.m., and my phone is set to go off like I just won the Powerball. Blogging will be light, but I have a few odds and ends. First, there's this story from the Powerball website that nauseated me:
Two Powerball tickets worth an incredible $853,492 each will expire soon if the winners do not step forward. One ticket was purchased on October 19, 2005 at Hebron BP, 2144 Kilgore Place, Hebron, Kentucky. The other missing ticket was purchased in Littleton, Colorado. Both tickets were purchased for the October 19, 2005 Powerball drawing.
That's a lot of cabbage to leave in the garden. Maybe the claimholders are dead, and if they aren't, they're going to die of shock if they find the ticket a year from now and realize what happened.
Second, I'd recommend this post from Mike Aquilina's Fathers of the Church blog (which is pretty active, incidentally). Excerpt:
Ancient sources say that the stench from a city could usually be detected from miles away. And country life was worse.
This was the world of the early Christians, the Fathers of the Church, and yet they are as joyful a group as you'll ever meet. The theologian Hans Urs von Balthasar described the Fathers in this way: “Greatness, depth, boldness, flexibility, certainty, and a flaming love – the virtues of youth are marks of patristic theology.”
Those words do not describe most of us on days when we're troubled by a hangnail, a malfunctioning air conditioner, or a high pollen count.
