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Today we celebrate a feast day in honor of Saint Luke the Evangelist. He wrote the Gospel of Luke and the Book of the Acts. We'll use green altar covers and the choir is gonna sing at St Peters Chapel and Father B is gonna preach.

Nobody's actually certain that Luke's real name was Luke, of course. It may have been Penintheus for all we know. But Luke is the only name we've got for him so it'll hafta do.

Anyhow, Luke was bound and determined to set the scene of Jesus's birth in the context of knowable historical events. Unfortunately, he had apparently spent history class daydreaming, so, among other booboos, he ended up with Jesus being 30 years old 22 years after he was born.

But that's not a problem for True Believers. You see, a modern trend in theology is to regard the Bible as Mystically True, all the while freely admitting that the events described therein didn't actually happen.

But anyhow, I'm probably recovered from my cold or whatever ailment to stroll down to church and back. Of course I've gotta take my magic umbrella that stops it from raining, and when it rains anyhow I'll fall back on the excuse that I didn't realize the magic tank was empty.

And then this afternoon it'll still be raining. The Wondrous Weather Website is predicting coastal flooding at high tide. Fortunately, my house is just a coupla hundred yards up from the usual flood zone.

Happy Flooding!

OrneryPest