#Paul Lavers

[mariocki]

A Ghost Story for Christmas: The Treasure of Abbot Thomas (BBC, 1974)

"In what other parish church in the advowson of the good Abbot Thomas shall we find Bartholomew, Jude, Simon and Matthias all together in one window?"

"Not the 'good' Abbot Thomas, Peter. That was never suggested, not even by himself."

[willstafford]

Jury Fury

TWELVE ANGRY MEN The Alexandra Theatre, Birmingham, Monday 30th October 2023 Reginald Rose’s classic play from 1955 is doing the rounds again and it’s well worth catching even if, like me, you have seen it before.  Based on Rose’s own experience of serving on a jury, this tense, taut thriller continues to weave its engrossing spell, as a dozen increasingly tetchy males gather in a jury room to…

[daikenkki]

Laver Cup 2023 Champions!

[in-death-we-fall]

A New Beginning

A year ago when Terrorizer spoke to Joey Jordison, the drummer was a man of (sic) the edge. Now the Slipknot founder is in a different headspace and facing the future with heady determination.

Words: Tobyn Dorcian  Pics: Kane Hibberd Terrorizer #224, July 2012 (google docs link)

**self harm warning for questions 4 and 5 and image 4**

When Joey Jordison was in Australia in March 2011, he was a wreck. Ten months afterPaul (sic) Gray, Joey’s best friend and fellow Slipknot originator/bassist had died from a drugs (sic) overdose, and the drummer was psychologically frail. To distract from his grief, Jordison had over-committed to Soundwave festival as both guitarist in the Murderdolls and drummer for Rob Zombie – exhaustion led to him cancel (sic) a Sydney show.

A year on, Jordison is the antithesis of that vision. Once again in Australia, this time with Slipknot for their 7pm slot at Soundwave festival, he is chipper and energetic. Near unrecognisable with a bush ranger-like beard and moustache, the 37-year-old is in such a great mood he insists on doing two interviews: one at 6.30pm prior to Slipknot’s Melbourne arena sideshow, and another at 11.40pm at its conclusion.

How has the past 12 months been for you? “Very positive. I’m happier than I’ve been for a long time.”

The death of best friend and Slipknot bassist Paul Gray had put you in a bad place. What’s helped you to move forward? “I went right into the studio. I’ve been working non-stop, pouring all my energy into writing music, and nothing but good results have come from it. I am happy being (sic) the studio and am working on music because that’s my life-blood. We all have deaths in our family but you have to move on. [Pauses] It’s really hard for me to talk about Paul’s death…”

Do you ever feel Paul’s presence? “Oh yeah. I’ve been writing stuff since his death and he’s with me at all times. I will be sitting writing a riff, and I know the exact part where he is coming in. I almost talk to him, in a weird way.”

** As a tribute to Paul, Corey [Taylor, vocalist] got a tattoo of him on his leg. “I don’t have any tattoos but I have this. [Rolls up his left shirtsleeve to reveal two several inch-long scars on his shoulder]. After he died, I cut two lines [Paul Gray was Slipknot number 2] into my arm. He remains on my snare hand.”

** What do the lines represent? “That he’s with me at all times. I will never have tattoos, ever. I don’t put ink in my body. I am the only one in the band that doesn’t have them. I don’t want anyone putting my memory into my body but me. This will never go away. When I did it it cut pretty deep. Now, he is playing with me at all times.”

You have spoken about your life in Iowa, that you live in isolation. In your house there are no clocks, the windows are blacked out and you rarely answer the phone. To what extent has that changed? “I now have three cats: Mokey, Melvin and Murray [previously, Joey had Mokey], but nothing has changed. That part of me will always remain the same. It [that feeling] is even happening right now. When I walk out of this room [backstage at Melbourne’s Rod Laver Arena], I can’t stand it until I get behind my drums; that’s my safe zone. That’s where I feel at home, besides in my house with a guitar. I didn’t pick isolation – this is not a story piece, that’s fucking bullshit – It’s the way I am. I like things that I like and I stick to them. I’ve been like this since I was a kid.”

What do you think that’s about? “I don’t necessarily know. I guess I was so interested in music when I was a kid and was so engulfed by it that it was all I could think about. I was like, ‘This is what I want to do and this is my calling’. I knew what I wanted to do at a very, very young age, so I am very lucky in that respect. On tour, I have done the sightseeing and it is beautiful and I love that but if I want to see something I’ll got (sic) and see it. If I want to stay in my [hotel] room and listen to music… that is what I usually do. It just depends on my mood, which is a little different every day.”

You feel comfortable at home and behind the kit, but not so much in the places in between. “I can’t relate to too many people. When I was very young my grandma told me that if you have just one really close friend you should consider yourself lucky, and I still live to that rule, because honestly, you cannot hardly trust anyone. That’s why I termed the song ‘People = Shit’. I had that term on a t-shirt when we were a club band, way before we got signed.”

It seems like you don’t fit in. “I don’t. I have never been that person who goes out to try to make friends intentionally. I like to have a drink here [at the venue] and hang out with good people but I don’t go out anymore. I like hanging out with my family and my cats and my guitar. I am probably one of the only people who has a guitar in their bathroom. It’s there just in case when I have to go shit [Laughs], I have a cool idea. I always wake up with a riff, so when I have to go and do the morning thing, I play guitar while I’m doing it.”

Something might come of it… “A lot has come of it. [Laughs] I like taking baths. I’m not a shower guy too much. I love soaking in the bath and I get really good ideas there too. I like coming out and grabbing my guitar. Even if I write some of the craziest, fastest shit of the Slipknot catalogue, I am always at peace. I have to be at peace. I can never write anything unless I am at peace. That’s what’s good about having this sort of [musical] gift.

“I watch a lot of shows on the Discovery Channel about how things are made: it intrigues my brain. Some of the science stuff makes me feel a little stupid, but then I’m like, wait, what they (sic) hell are you talking about? They can’t do what I’m doing.”

Surely, you are in the wrong business [music] if you are looking for trust? “I can’t bitch about anything because I am very lucky, but luck has nothing to do with where I am right now. That luck shit can fuck right off. I work my fucking ass off to be like this. I did this to be true to myself and to my friends. Then you have all these assholes come in and they are like, ‘We can’t play a goddamn note but we learnt how to market a bunch of shit and collect off you’. I cannot stand one of them. Slipknot is a product of the shit we hate, and when we go out onstage it is vengeance.

“On the other hand, the maggots who come to our shows, I have something in common with each one of them: that’s how much they understand my music. Our music becomes their music. They give it right back to us and it gives us energy. I can see in kids’ eyes what we have done, what a movement we’ve created. Not many bands have done what we have.”

Last year Clown [Shawn Crahan, percussionist] told Terrorizer he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do Slipknot anymore. “I don’t believe that at all. Plus, there isn’t any shit that needs to be ‘repaired’, like there’s a rift between band members. We all do other stuff. There are no fights. We are getting along so well right now. The feeling is like it was in 1999, when we first came out. Corey and I understand each other more than we ever have. The thing is that we have never not gotten along; it’s the fucking press that turned us against each other. In fact, I brought Corey into Slipknot. Back then, no one even wanted him in the band.”

Why not? “At that time we were like an eccentric death metal circus act. It was great, but something was missing. I said to Clown that we needed to get Corey to sing for us. Shawn [Clown] is hardcore, he is the dad of our band and we respect his opinion. He was like, ‘Fuck no’, but said he liked Corey’s vocals. So myself, Mick [Thompson (sic), guitar] and Shawn went to the porn store where Corey used to work. When we arrived Corey was really nervous, like we were going to beat him up or something. Shawn went up to Corey and asked him if he wanted to try out and he freaked out.

“The next day he parked his car around the back of the studio – because we didn’t want anyone to know – and it was just me and Shawn. The first song he demoed was ‘Me Inside’. I sat next to Shawn and said, ‘Watch this shit, I know what’s going to happen’. Corey got to the chorus and Shawn looked at me and was like, ‘You were right’. Corey’s relationship with me has come full circle. We love each other very much.”

Right now, what binds Slipknot together? “We started to think, what if it [Slipknot] did go away, and realised how much the band meant to us. The songs mean more to me now than they ever have… remembering the crap we went through, all the stupid bickering and crap that never needed to happen. All of that has been weeded out and now it’s like we’ve been rebuilt, stronger than ever. Slipknot is a machine right.

“Our band is nine fucking extraordinary personalities, extreme, intense personalities, who live all over the place and yet we are still together, so fuck you. I would die for these guys. If I died onstage, I wouldn’t care. This is going to sound stupid, but it would be from my heart. It’s a fucking war onstage, it isn’t safe.”

Your temporary bass player [Donnie Steele] is out of view. Why? “The other guy [Donnie] is not allowed onstage, no fucking way. He is behind the stage and does a great job. We are nine people and we unfortunately lost one. But it doesn’t matter; we are still nine. We can never replace Paul, but that’s why I bought (sic) Donnie into the band. He was the first guitar who played before I came into the picture, when we were The Pale Ones. He is a really cool guy and very mellow.

“We haven’t decided on another bassist yet. We don’t want any marquee names or anything like that. It doesn’t make sense to bring anyone in from another band that’s huge. We want to keep it in the family, and he’s part of our family and it’s been great ever since.”

Will the next Slipknot album still be “the darkest one ever?” “It’s going to be dark no matter what. There ain’t no changing that fucking statement.”

How much darker than ‘Iowa’ can you go? “That’s up to us. So far, I’ve written and recorded 40 songs.”

Is there a song about Paul? “Yes, my working title is ‘Gray’.”

Have you been working with the other guys or by yourself? “To tell you the truth, it’s just been me. Everyone is writing stuff, but people want to do other projects [Corey Taylor and Jim Root and (sic) working on a new Stone Sour album. Clown has released a photography book], and so I’m writing alone until we can all come together. Then we can start playing and go from there. That’s how we wrote, ‘Prelude’, ‘The Blister Exists’, it’s how we start a lot of songs.”

With the next album, what is the journey you wish to take the listener on? “This will be our deepest, most celebrated record. The journey is that we are trying to live our lives, just like everyone else is trying to live theirs’. We all have weird shit in our lives and a lot of our songs reflect that. On the next record we will be exorcising, getting out a lot of the crap out that I think personally, we have held in too much, against each other.”

What sort of emotions will come out? “Both positive and negative. Jealousy? That doesn’t exist in this band. That is the worst emotion; it kills people. You know who fucking does that? It’s the press, and it just pisses us off. People [journalists] keep putting words in our mouth. If they want to keep doing it, keep doing it, because it’s pissing us off right now. Everyone on the outside – journalists, business manager, accountant – this album will be the worst in terms of ‘fuck you’. ‘Iowa’ was kind of playful. This one, as far as emotions go, is going to connect with everyone way more than any of our others.”

Where do you see Slipknot evolving from here? “Slipknot can do two things: either leave the legacy where it is now or cut everything that’s been before and take it even further. That’s where my mindset is at. I can only see it getting even bigger.”

In the early 2000s, Clown had stage props of cow heads on spikes. What is the most shocking thing Slipknot has done? “We never look to shock anyone. If it’s shocking to some people, then I guess you can call it shock but that was never the intent. That’s just Shawn being Shawn. We used to go down to the meat packing plant [in Des Moines] and were really intrigued by the smell of dead animals. We’d just sit there and gawk at them. We just liked the fucking smell of it. No matter how pungent or grotesque.

“Bringing that type of stuff out was part of the ‘Iowa’ cycle and it made sense then. I don’t think it makes sense now. The thing about that is you never know what we are going to do tonight. I don’t know what the rest of them are doing (sic) to do; they don’t have to know what I am going to do. We don’t have structure. Ours is no choreographed shit.”

You’ve been doing Slipknot for almost 20 years. To what extent have you mellowed? “Not at all. I’m still punk rock. I will travel in a van; I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me: trains, buses, planes, whatever, I’ll get there. As long as I have my leather jacket and maybe a toothbrush, throw me in a fucking corner and I’ll sleep there. I don’t give a fuck.”

Slipknot must have made a lot of money. Looking at you, you’d never know it, as you are in no way ostentatious. “To tell you the truth, I have no fucking clue about it. [Laughs] It’s there, but money and all that shit doesn’t register with me. I don’t calculate it. Maybe it’s stupid but I don’t give a fuck about money, which is maybe why I’ve been ripped off in the past, but I just don’t care. Money is bullshit to me. I hate it. It’s an evil fucking thing. It controls the world and that’s why I don’t like it. With our band, it was never about that and it still isn’t. The last thing we think about is that. But if there is money to be made, of course we want to make it and not get ripped off.

“When we were starting we thought maybe we’d sell 30,000 records. Even getting signed was weird. When someone says, ‘You need to get business smart’, I’m like, fuck all that. I am still that little punk rock kid. That little kid that was in his basement playing drums, blast-beating and learning all this shit from the bands I grew up listening to.”

What does your number [1] mean to you? “Now it doesn’t really mean much. When we started it was an idea and I am number one for a reason. I was that number because I am the base of the band, the rhythm section, its glue. I don’t really look it at (sic) much anyone (sic), I try to think of us by our names, but I’m glad to still have that number.”

In 2000 you let my 15-year-old socially awkward nephew watch Slipknot from the side of the stage [in Melbourne, Australia]. 12 years later as his mother was dying of cancer, he recalled how much that meant to him. And how you looked after him. “That means a lot to me. [Pauses] I’m glad he had that outlet [Slipknot] because that’s what I needed when I was young. I needed it because I was an outcast. I don’t have many friends and I don’t want them: that is my sickness. The ones that I have are the guys in my band; they are my brothers. They would do anything for me.

“When I was young… that’s why I was so attracted to music. Everyone else was into sport and extra curricular activities and so I was the misfit. Music just felt safe. It spoke to me so loudly that it made everything seem clear – nothing else at that time did. In a weird way, it almost chose me. The demon grabbed me by the throat and put me on a mantle and said, ‘This is what you are going to do’. I have been stuck there ever since. [Laughs] It’s not a bad place to be. It makes me comfortable and keeps me warm.”

‘Antennas To Hell’ is out on July 16 on Roadrunner www.Slipknot1.com

Joey on:

Watain “They are the real deal, man. I think [frontman] Erik Danielsson is in the top 3 black metal singers of all time. That guy’s voice is pure. Watching them, people want to do the whole pit thing, but I am the opposite, I find it relaxing. It’s weird. The blood they put on, that’s real. They are coming to Iowa, so I will probably be in the front row, being a fan boy.”

Burzum “I loved ‘From The Depths Of Darkness’ [2011]. A lot of people focus on the murder [of Euronymous], but I look beyond that, to his music. I don’t condone murder, but I’m like, ‘Get over that and listen to this shit’. The Count is about as dark as you get and I totally love everything he has done. I haven’t met him, but he’s definitely one of the people I’d love to meet.”

Marilyn Manson “I met him a long time ago and we became friends after that. What I like about him more than anything is that you never know what’s coming. He is unpredictable and that is punk rock. That to me is true fucking art. I think that’s why him and me really connected. He gets me and I get him too. I haven’t talked to him for a while, but he’s always been nice to me.”

[jomiddlemarch]

you believe their hidden arguments 

Jessica waited until Paul was weaned, taking the thin laver and barley gruel with good appetite, though Jessica herself found the scent off-putting at best. She waited as long as she could, as long as the Sisterhood would possibly let her wait, before a message came or a visit, a deputy rather than the Reverend Mother herself, implicit that Jessica transgressed but might still rectify her course.

Paul might live and Jessica, though Leto’s fate was tied to the quickening of his daughter in her belly.

Perhaps two daughters. The Bene Gesserit would not waste ten thousand years on the health of one girl-child and though Jessica knew there were other lines to cross, hers offered the best chance of success in the next thousand years. The Sisterhood would prefer her to conceive fraternal twins, but that was risky even for an adept, and in the context of ten thousand years, two or four made little difference.

Leto’s life was a rounding error.

She would like to have waited longer, for Paul to be fluent in the three tongues as well as the handspeak, for him to be handling the Atreides short-sword. She would have liked to have given him a brother, a second son for Leto to hold in his two hands with something like awe, the first second son of House Atreides in three hundred years, but the Bene Gesserit would have had her removed, some scandal discovered, Jessica exiled to the old motherhouse on Switha, and the survival of both boys would have been doubtful. The Reverend Mother would rather wipe the slate clean and breed Leto with another of the great Houses or pick a more compliant Sister to bear him the girl they wanted.

There was no time left.

“He was not supposed to be born,” she said softly as Leto stroked Paul’s back. Their son lay in his cradle, the same that had held his father and his father before him, the little boy facing the sea, curled up like some creature of a tidepool. It was the evening ritual Leto liked to follow since Paul no longer nursed to sleep, and it was a moment to begin confessing the truth; Leto would not let anything disturb his calm around Paul and so she had known she might speak.

“He was not supposed to be conceived. To be a possibility,” she went on.

“Tell me the rest when we are in our chamber, melissa. When you have poured out the wine and I have lit the hearth,” he said. 

“He’s asleep. Let us go now,” she said, impatient now that it had come, the time to make Leto understand what had been done. What she had done, the degree of the breach.

In their room, the one she had not thought to share when he had first clasped the bracelets around her wrists after their binding, he took his time laying the fire. There was a basket of driftwood as well as the logs themselves, and he made a careful arrangement of the smaller sticks and fragments of wood, having been taught as a young child how to conjure a circle of dancing flames in eerie, unexpected hues, violet and green, a feral, leaping yellow.

“Explain yourself,” he said, sitting in his great carved chair. She sat across in the upholstered chair he’d had made for her when her back ached carrying Paul. His words might have sounded daunting, the Duke demanding an accounting, the master ready to mete out a punishment, but she knew better. It was the old way, a questioning that was meant to teach, an inquiry that did not require more than the simplest terms.

“I was told to bear you only daughters, that they might be wed to Harkonnen sons,” she said.

“Told by the Reverend Mother?”

“I have no doubt she issued the order. She did not tell me herself,” Jessica replied.

“Why not?” Leto asked.

“Because it was not important enough to merit her personal attention. I am not important enough,” she said.

“Skata,” Leto said, an old obscenity that did not hold much vitriol, except for the way he said it. The hardness in his dark eyes. 

Jessica shrugged. He would understand the gesture more readily than a caress. House Atreides valued the ancient Stoic teachings, even those who were passionate by nature, as she’d discovered Leto to be.

“This is for the Imperium, these machinations. This breeding,” Leto said.

“I cannot say that,” she replied. He was intelligent, a keen strategist. Would he grasp what she had told him?

“Because you are not sure? Because it is not your place?” he asked. She shook her head.

“A prohibition,” he mused. 

She was silent, let her eyes fall to her hands in her lap.

“The Bene Gesserit have their own agenda, a goal I do not, cannot know, though you do. Knowing it, you still made the choice to deliver a son to my House,” he said. “To upend their plans. To set one of your own in motion.”

“No,” she replied. “You wanted a son so dearly. You would not request it or command me. You would never speak of it directly but that only told me how much you wished for it.”

“You have broken with the Bene Gesserit for…me?” he said.

She smiled.

“I thought you would hold yourself in higher esteem. You make it sound as if I’ve given away the finest treasure for dross,” she said.

“I did not think you could care for me. Like this,” he said.

“Neither did I. And yet, we live in a universe where men may fold space, where the Reverend Mother can remember back ten thousand years. To love is easier,” she said.

“They will destroy you for it, no?”

“They will try,” she said. “They will try to make us obsolete, unnecessary. They would never make a single plan with a single outcome.”

“You are warning me then. Perhaps enlisting my aid, my hand. You have that without asking. This is not House Harkonnen, to trample its young, to winnow,” he said. He could not utter the name of his enemy without disgust, as if the name itself befouled him to have been spoken, at least not in the privacy of his chamber.

“I know,” she said.

“Then what don’t you know?” he asked.

“How shall we tell Paul? When he is coming of age, how shall we tell him what I did?”

The Bene Gesserit would not believe she had done it for love of a man. They would think she had believed herself capable of bearing the Kwitzach Haderach, overconfident, too convinced of her own abilities. Atreides had a word from the old tongue, hubris, and they would believe that of her because it was impossible for them to imagine how it felt to have Leto stroke her hair as she lay with her cheek against his chest, the sea and the storm without. To have him curious about her response and to be so clearly the source of his joy, yet withholding his heart’s most secret desire. It was because of this ordinary longing, this ordinary gladness that she had done something most extraordinary. 

With the memories of ten thousand years, they would not have imagined it.

“Nothing. No child wishes to learn of their conception. He would not want to know how I held you, how you sounded when you came with my spend in your quim, on your thighs. How we only thought of each other and our hunger and how the room was bright as day with candles, because I would see you without a shadow between us,” Leto said, his voice even, calm as if he recited the inventory of a trading ship. As if he were not seducing her again to speak of it so.

“He may believe the worst of us. Of me, without knowing—”

“He is our son. He’ll believe the worst of us and the best and he won’t know where each ends and begins,” Leto said. “You grew up with the Sisters. I grew up in a family, though my brothers died before I was born and my sister before I could remember her. If we raise him to be our son and not merely my heir and your offspring, he will surely hate us with all his heart before he understands the truth.”

“He’ll hate me more,” Jessica said. She had not been raised for that to matter, but it did, though she did not know whether it was some flaw in herself that made it possible or a gift. Or whether it was because of who she had become since Leto called her melissa and not only her name.

“I’ll deal with him then. I’ll explain what should be explained and tell him that there was a whole world, a galaxy, that existed before he was born, and that he is not owed everything by you,” Leto said.

“Did your father say that to you?”

Leto laughed, the sun bright on the sea, the first honeyed taste of sikopita.

“No. It would never have occurred to him that I wanted an explanation for anything,” Leto said. “That he should be the one to give it to me.”

“Paul will listen to you,” Jessica said. 

“I’ll make sure of it, melissa. There is enough to worry about without worrying about that,” Leto said. “Come here now, and worry about nothing.”

Later, far later, with the taste of mélange filling her mouth, after the first crushing wave of grief over losing Leto had receded and left her like the shore beneath Caladan Castle, strewn with the sea’s wreckage, the unrecognizable remnants of marine intrigue and betrayal, later, when Paul accused her of cold-blooded scheming, his eyes so like his father’s she could hardly bear it, she was alone and there was no explanation to give that he would accept from her.

No Leto to be listened to, even the memory of his words altered, warped by the desert light, the vagaries of spice-forced dreams.

She worried then, though Paul could not see it. She worried and tried to keep it from Alia. The Reverend Mother of the Fremen was resolute and implacable, but Jessica, within, knew no peace.

And yet, she could not regret it. Not one night, not one dawn.

[schumi-nadal]

Hubert Hurkacz, Casper Ruud & Tommy Paul - Yonex

"The Laver Cup besties"🎾

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Rod Laver Arena // Mar 16th 2023 // Paul Miles

[chacha-5]

Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, VIC, 16.03.2023

By 📸 Paul Miles / whatsmvscene.com

[petsincollections]

Dipping a pig a lime and sulpher solution, Division of Veterinary Medicine, University of Minnesota, St. Paul, Minnesota

H.G. Laveral (right) and unidentified herdsman dipping a pig in lime and sulphur solution to control mange at the University of Minnesota, St. Paul campus. The poster in the background, produced by the University of Minnesota Extension Service, shows a hog louse and a hog mange mite.

Minnesota Veterinary Historical Museum

Minnesota Digital Library

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The Roman Catechism

Part Two: The Sacraments

THE SACRAMENT OF BAPTISM (cont.)

Matter of Baptism

Now since we said above, when treating of the Sacraments in general, that every Sacrament consists of matter and form, it is therefore necessary that pastors point out what constitutes each of these in Baptism. The matter, then, or element of this Sacrament, is any sort of natural water, which is simply and without qualification commonly called water, be it sea water, river water, water from a pond, well or fountain.

Testimony Of Scripture Concerning The Matter Of Baptism

For the Savior taught that unless a man be born again of water and the Holy Ghost, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. The Apostle also says that the Church was cleansed by the laver of water; and in the Epistle of St. John we read these words: There are three that give testimony on earth: the spirit, and the water, and the blood. Scripture affords other proofs which establish the same truth.

When, however, John the Baptist says that the Lord will come who will baptize in the Holy Ghost, and in fire, that is by no means to be understood of the matter of Baptism; but should be applied either to the interior operation of the Holy Ghost, or at least to the miracle performed on the day of Pentecost, when the Holy Ghost descended on the Apostles in the form of fire, as was foretold by Christ our Lord in these words: John indeed baptized with water, but you shall be baptized with the Holy Ghost, not many days hence.

Figures

The same was also signified by the Lord both by figures and by prophecies, as we know from Holy Scripture. According to the Prince of the Apostles in his first Epistle, the deluge which cleansed the world because the wickedness of men was great on the earth, and all the thought of their heart was bent upon evil, was a figure and image of this water. To omit the cleansing of Naaman the Syrian, and the admirable virtue of the pool of Bethsaida, and many similar types, manifestly symbolic of this mystery, the passage through the Red Sea, according to St. Paul in his Epistle to the Corinthians, was typical of this same water.

Prophecies

With regard to the predictions, the waters to which the Prophet Isaias so freely invites all that thirst, and those which Ezekiel in spirit saw issuing from the Temple, and also the fountain which Zachary foresaw, open to the house of David, and to the inhabitants of Jerusalem: for the washing of the sinner, and of the unclean woman, were, no doubt, intended to indicate and express the salutary waters of Baptism.

Fitness

The propriety of constituting water the matter of Baptism, of the nature and efficacy of which it is at once expressive, St. Jerome, in his Epistle to Oceanus, proves by many arguments.

Upon this subject pastors can teach in the first place that water, which is always at hand and within the reach of all, was the fittest matter of a Sacrament which is necessary to all for salvation. In the next place water is best adapted to signify the effect of Baptism. It washes away uncleanness, and is, therefore, strikingly illustrative of the virtue and efficacy of Baptism, which washes away the stains of sin. We may also add that, like water which cools the body, Baptism in a great measure extinguishes the fire of concupiscence.

Chrism Added To Water For Solemn Baptism

But it should be noted that while in case of necessity simple water unmixed with any other ingredient is sufficient for the matter of this Sacrament, yet when Baptism is administered in public with solemn ceremonies the Catholic Church, guided by Apostolic tradition, has uniformly observed the practice of adding holy chrism which, as is clear, more fully signifies the effect of Baptism. The people should also be taught that although it may sometimes be doubtful whether this or that water be genuine, such as the perfection of the Sacrament requires, it can never be a subject of doubt that the only matter from which the Sacrament of Baptism can be formed is natural water.

Form of Baptism

Having carefully explained the matter, which is one of the two parts of which Baptism consists, pastors must show equal diligence in explaining the form, which is the other essential part. In the explanation of this Sacrament a necessity of increased care and study arises, as pastors will perceive, from the circumstance that the knowledge of so holy a mystery is not only in itself a source of pleasure to the faithful, as is generally the case with regard to religious knowledge, but also very desirable for almost daily practical use. As we shall explain in its proper place, circumstances often arise where Baptism requires to be administered by the laity, and most frequently by women; and it therefore becomes necessary to make all the faithful, indiscriminately, well acquainted with whatever regards the substance of this Sacrament.

Words Of The Form

Pastors, therefore, should teach, in clear, unambiguous language, intelligible to every capacity, that the true and essential form of Baptism is: I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. For so it was delivered by our Lord and Savior when, as we read in St. Matthew He gave to His Apostles the command: Going, . . . teach ye all nations: baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

By the word baptizing, the Catholic Church, instructed from above, most justly understood that the form of the Sacrament should express the action of the minister; and this takes place when he pronounces the words, I baptize thee.

Besides the minister of the Sacrament, the person to be baptized and the principal efficient cause of Baptism should be mentioned. The pronoun thee, and the distinctive names of the Divine Persons are therefore added. Thus the complete form of the Sacrament is expressed in the words already mentioned: I baptize thee in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Baptism is the work not of the Son alone, of whom St. John says, He it is that baptizeth, but of the Three Persons of the Blessed Trinity together. By saying, however, in the name, not in the names, we distinctly declare that in the Trinity there is but one Nature and Godhead. The word name is here referred not to the Persons, but to the Divine Essence, virtue and power, which are one and the same in Three Persons.

Essential And Non-Essential Words Of The Form

It is, however, to be observed that of the words contained in this form, which we have shown to be the complete and perfect one, some are absolutely necessary, so that the omission of them renders the valid administration of the Sacrament impossible; while others on the contrary, are not so essential as to affect its validity.

Of the latter kind is the word ego (I), the force of which is included in the word baptizo (I baptise). Nay more, the Greek Church, adopting a different manner of expressing the form, and being of opinion that it is unnecessary to make mention of the minister, omits the pronoun altogether. The form universally used in the Greek Church is: Let this servant of Christ be baptized in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. It appears, however, from the decision and definition of the Council of Florence, that those who use this form administer the Sacraments validly, because the words sufficiently express what is essential to the validity of Baptism, that is, the ablution which then takes place.

Baptism In The Name Of Christ

If at any time the Apostles baptized in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ only, we can be sure they did so by the inspiration of the Holy Ghost, in order, in the infancy of the Church, to render their preaching more illustrious by the name of Jesus Christ, and to proclaim more effectually His divine and infinite power. If, however, we examine the matter more closely, we shall find that such a form omits nothing which the Savior Himself commands to be observed; for he who mentions Jesus Christ implies the Person of the Father, by whom, and that of the Holy Ghost, in whom, He was anointed.

[wonderingwendy]

Day 10 of AO yesterday and we had access to the day matches at Rod Laver Arena including two women’s quarterfinals (in the hopes one of the Canadian women would make it 🥴) and the USA men’s face off between Ben Shelton and Tommy Paul. All matches were very entertaining even though we didn’t have any favourites. Good tennis is really enjoyable to watch - momentum swings and all. PS pretty sure Tsitsipas drove by us enroute home in an AO vehicle. 🤩🎾

It’s Australia Day today but there’s growing support for First Nations peoples who are shunning any celebrations or marking this as “Invasion Day”. The Australian Open and others are following this lead. I wonder why there’s no middle ground - just a mutually chosen day for shared pride in your Country and reflecting on its history, mistakes and all. Goodness knows we could use more days of celebration and reflection. (BTW the ACMI footage of a 1950esque predominantly privileged white Australian population in swimming pools shown during the Fed Square entertainment could have been seen as very offensive).

We’re back at the tennis on Friday for the final weekend wrap up on the Melbourne Park grounds including Glam Slam which will be fun. Might need to drink some more coffee and maybe indulge in another Lune Croissant (as shown below) before we do some laundry and make our way to Perth. Wonder what awaits us there.

[christophe76460]

VERSET DU JOUR

Actes 26:15

[15]Je répondis: Qui es-tu, Seigneur? Et le Seigneur dit: Je suis Jésus que tu persécutes.

La réponse du Seigneur Jésus-christ a fait connaître à l'Apôtre Paul qui il est pour le Seigneur sachant que Paul savait que c'était le Seigneur qui lui est apparu. Tel est l'image de plusieurs personnes qui s'appellent chrétiens aujourd'hui. Demande à un Chrétien qui est Jésus-Christ ? Il va te laver avec des passages du haut jusqu'en bas mais demande au même Chrétien qui est tu pour Christ ? S'il est sincère il va te dire qu'il ne sait pas réellement dans le cas contraire il va camoufler son identité en citant des versets et les promesses. Écoutez le manque de réveil dans le corps est dû au faite que les gens ne savent pas qui ils sont en Christ. Si tu sais qui tu es pour le Seigneur tu n'auras jamais peur des sorciers, des gens qui disent tel à fini tes parents tel tu finiras, tant que je vis tu n'iras pas au sommet, tu ne peux pas craindre les gens comme pharaon, nebucadnetsar qui se croit Dieu de la terre, non. De même si tu connais qui tu es en Christ tu ne peux pas vivre cette vie. Es tu un objet de joie, de gloire, d'allégresse comme Job l'étais pour Dieu ? Ou es tu un sujet de honte, de détresse pour Le corps du Christ, le Seigneur Jésus-Christ par la vie que tu mènes? Au jour du jugement nous serons jugé pour ce que nous sommes.

Je prie que le Seigneur ne dise pas " je ne t'ai jamais connu".

[elrincondelfanatico]

🎙️⚾🎾🏎️🏈 ERdF 558: Ohtani vs Judge, Cy Youngs y la Semana 3 de la NFL 🌟

¡Bienvenidos a otro emocionante episodio de El Rincón del Fanático! Hoy cubrimos desde el final de la temporada de MLB, hasta la situación actual en la F1 y la NFL. ¡No te pierdas nuestra trivia y debates llenos de pasión deportiva!

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01:00 ⚾ MLB: La temporada regular está por terminar el 29 de septiembre. Discutimos el declive de Texas tras ganar la Serie Mundial el año pasado, y cómo equipos sorpresa como Detroit buscan colarse como comodines. Hacemos un paneo de las ligas Americana y Nacional y analizamos cómo quedarían los equipos en distintos escenarios. Hablamos del récord de Shohei Ohtani con 50+ HR y 50+ bases robadas, y debatimos quién es mejor: ¿Aaron Judge o Shohei Ohtani? Además, discutimos los pitchers favoritos para ganar el Cy Young y por qué Paul Skenes no puede serlo. Cerramos con una cápsula y trivia.

40:57 🎾 Tenis: Hablamos de la Laver Cup, donde se enfrentan jugadores europeos contra el resto del mundo.

45:17 🏎️ F1: Resultados del GP de Singapur y análisis de cómo van los pilotos y las escuderías.

54:50 🏈 NFL: Brett Favre ha revelado que tiene Parkinson, recordamos a uno de los mejores QB de nuestra generación. Discutimos sobre jugadores que se retiraron jóvenes por problemas de salud, lo que sucedió en la semana 3, nuestra opinión sobre los Steelers y los equipos que aún están invictos. Hablamos del supuesto favoritismo arbitral hacia Kansas City y lo que esperamos para la semana 4. ¡No te pierdas nuestra trivia!

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On veut des noms – Jean-Paul Clair (de Ponce Pilate à Pointe Noël)

PILATE Ponce : N’a pas attendu l’épidémie de grippe H1 N1 pour se laver les mains. PILATES Joseph (1880-1967) : Il a mis au point une technique de gymnastique qui porte son nom. C’est entouré de prisonniers malades, qu’il eut l’idée de leur faire faire ces exercices, sans doute pour leur procurer un peu d’évasion. PILÂTRE DE ROSIER (1754-1785) : Il espérait traverser la Manche en ballon, mais…