Friday Frivolity: Confession

"We are travellers…not yet in our native land" – St. Augustine


Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
William Shakespeare, As You Like It Act 2, scene 1, 12–17
If you’re not quite sure what this means, you might like to check out this commentary.

A rather unusual episode this week! My girlfriend and I recently went on vacation to England, so we thought it’d be fun to sit down and tell you all about it, including how we got to play with the personal belongings of a literary giant, as well as have lunch with an Inkling’s grandson…
S2E24: God Save the Queen! (Download)
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Time Stamps
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01:50 – Quote of the week
03:01 – Drink of the week
11:18 – Meeting Owen Barfield
14:55 – The Wedding (Heckfield)
16:31 – Bath (Jane Austen Museum, Bath Abbey etc.)
22:26 – Oxford (Merton and Magdalen College, The Eagle and Child etc.)
45:01 – London (Hyde Park, Victoria & Albert Museum, Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese)

Today’s song is “Rescue Story” by Zach Williams:
There I was empty-handed
Crying out from the pit of my despair
There You were in the shadows
Holding out Your hand You met me there
And now where would I be without You?
Where would I be Jesus?
You were the voice in the desert
Calling me out in the dead of night
Fighting my battles for me
You are my rescue story
Lifted me up from the ashes
Carried my soul from death to life
Bringing me from glory to glory
You are my rescue story
You are, You are
You are my rescue story
You are, You are
You were writing the pages
Before I had a name
Before I needed grace, oh
Singing songs of redemption
‘Cause every time I ran away
You were louder than my shame
You never gave up on me
You never gave up on me
You are my testimony, ohh, oh-ohh
You never gave up on me
You never gave up on me
You are my testimony, ohh, oh-ohh
You never gave up on me
Oh, You never gave up on me
Oh, this is my testimony


This is a fascinating document about Fr. Lazarus, “The Last Anchorite”: