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Late-Night Haiku XV (replacement) I shall be away; Weep not, dearest relations; Haiku abides still.

Late-Night Haiku XIV Truth and error mix; If the Church errs unceasing, What does Christ protect?

Late-Night Haiku XIII I’d miss you, baby; Let me be wrong, lovely girl. Say you adore me.

I hereby apologize if any of the previous lacks in the winsome manner for which I am reputed. [You've never been mistaken for winsome.--ed.] Just work with me here, OK? I do approach these questions with an intensity for which I surely am reputed. Anyway, I would like to say that I think Mr. Timothy Butler will a great PCA pastor, who will serve his people with love, honor, and distinction. Be nice to the FV hippies among you, Timothy. True, they may be nothing more than papist spies, but I promise, the first few waves at least, I had nothing to do with. If you serve there near your home, you must get to know Father Kevin Schroeder [shrayder] as long as he's there. Hilarious. He's our kind of papist, Comrade. [All papists are your kind of papist.--ed.] Not true; just the good ones. [Good with respect to what?--ed.] My editor is Captain Jack? What? That would be awesome. [If I was Captain Jack, you might actually listen to me.--ed.] Not likely! Speaking of things I learned f...

5 More Inconvenient, Perhaps Offensive Thoughts Or Questions 5. Which community of Christians ought I to join if Catholic claims to be the Church Christ founded proved false? Does it matter if none that I'd join bother to claim it? 4. If councils may err, why hold a council at all? 3. If people may err in interpretation absent a charism of the Holy Spirit, why would simply increasing the number of people help? Why should anyone trust an ecclesial community that wasn't infalliable? 2. If the answer to (3)b is, "You shouldn't," are you saying I should trust myself? 1. If we are imperfect, the hermeneutical process is imperfect, and the Church (however conceived) is not infalliable, how do we arrive at the truth of revelation? Are you at all bothered by the fact that godly people using the same means and process cannot agree on the precise content of that revelation?

Late-Night Haiku XII I’m a high-brow dude, But let it not be doubted: Stupid is funny.

5 Uncouth Thoughts on Authority and History 5. I'm still waiting for Calvin to tell me who the "true bishops" are. 4. If the New Testament is so plain, how come no one can agree on what it says? 3. Some people (attempted to) trained me to exegete the Bible in the original languages. Oddly enough, my confidence in its perpiscuity was destroyed. (Good thing faith in Jesus Christ doesn't rest on the perpiscuity of Scripture!) 2. Nevermind; I'm not waiting for Calvin to tell me anything, because his opinion on this matter means precisely squadoosh. 1. Being neither a saint nor a Protestant , I'd like to say that, well, nearly everything I believe is on the basis of the Magisterium's teaching.

Late-Night Haiku XI Celebrate with me The songwriting prowess shown By a man named Walt.

My wheelchair was nearly destroyed by a car last night. That's a bit melodramatic, I suppose, because it is intact and undamaged. But we'd left my power chair ("Red Sam" in the official designation) in-between the maze of cars parked out front of Chris Yee's house for Bible Study. [Isn't that a Protestant Bible study?--ed.] They are good friends, and it is not under any official auspices. [Not BSF?--ed.] They're BSF guys, but it's not a BSF study. Anyway, I wasn't worried; I made a joke about calling the vendor the next day: "What seems to be the problem, sir?" 'Well, it was destroyed by a car.' As it happened, a guy bumped into it at slow speed. His car got the worst of it. And this only reinforces what I've said for a solid 13 years [Quickie commercial coming] If you want a power wheelchair that lasts, get a Quickie. They're fast, obviously, and they're tanks. Heck, my old one still would work, but the batteries ar...

Late-Night Haiku X.2 Just around the way Is the felicitous plan, Your guidance flawless.

Late-Night Haiku IX.2 Shine O sun, fade not; August does not dim your beams; Grass laments the days.

Late-Night Haiku VIII O God, judge of all, Rain down mercy upon us; They dwell in caves here.