I will incline mine ear to the parable, and shew my dark speech upon the harpfrom Psalm 49
I once heard that maxim -- enunciated with slow precision -- as the introduction to a homily about the Four Last Things.
Wow! You're kidding! (I'm trying to imagine certain cardinal archbishops using that as an opening line for their homilies.)I first heard it as part of a song. "And when we're gone from here / Our friends will be drinking all the beer!"Actually, there was one saint, a woman oddly enough, who imagined "a lake of beer" in heaven. Maybe the attribution is apocryphal, and I forget which saint is supposed to have said it!
there was one saint, a woman oddly enough, who imagined "a lake of beer" in heaven.My kind of woman. Saintly woman, that is. Since she has told me what I want to hear, I consider her imaginings infallible.
Bill,[Insert broadly smiling emoticon here!]I think it was one of the Bridgets. I could be wrong. Often am.
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