Saint James the Just is the brother of Jesus Christ. His father is Joseph by a previous marriage. In some icons portraying the flight into Egypt there is a young man leading the donkey the Virgin Mary is sitting on holding the infant, Christ. This lad is James.
James was a very devout man.
“Jerome, De Viris Illustribus, quotes Hegesippus’ account of James from the fifth book of his lost Commentaries:” (From Orthodoxwiki.org)
“After the apostles, James the brother of the Lord surnamed the Just was made head of the Church at Jerusalem. Many indeed are called James. This one was holy from his mother’s womb. He drank neither wine nor strong drink, ate no flesh, never shaved or anointed himself with ointment or bathed. He alone had the privilege of entering the Holy of Holies, since indeed he did not use woolen vestments but linen and went alone into the temple and prayed in behalf of the people, insomuch that his knees were reputed to have acquired the hardness of camels’ knees.”
Along with this, there is also a liturgy called The Divine Liturgy of Saint James used on the feast day of October 23. It was in use prior to being replaced by the Liturgy of Saint Basil and the Liturgy of Saint John Chrysostom.
Saint James died 62 AD. He was thrown down from the steps of the temple in Jerusalem where he had been preaching and was stoned. Since he did not die immediately the final blow was delivered with a fuller’s club.
A debated passage, often characterized as a Christian interpolation, in Josephus‘ Jewish Antiquities, records his death in Jerusalem as having occurred after the death of the procurator Porcius Festus, yet before Clodius Albinus took office (Antiquities 20,9)—which has thus been dated to AD 62. The high priest Ananus took advantage of this lack of imperial oversight to assemble a council of judges who condemned James “on the charge of breaking the law,” then had him executed by stoning. Josephus reports that Ananus’ act was widely viewed as little more than judicial murder, and offended a number of “those who were considered the most fair-minded people in the City, and strict in their observance of the Law,” who went as far as meeting Albinus as he entered the province to petition him about the matter. Their agitations led to Ananus being deposed as high priest.
For further reading see http://orthodoxwiki.org/Apostle_James_the_Just
I am a little late with posting today, but I am happy to report it is NOT due to pain or illness. Nope. Today has been an excellent day and I am feeling all the way up to 80% of normal. The pressure is leveling out and the swelling in the joints have decreased some, which means the pain has been less. So, what have I done today, you ask?
Well, I have played with the turtle and possibly fed him a bit too much. Lil Dude has gotten to where he ‘asks’ for food and he is so cute doing it I simply don’t refuse. Luckily I am smart enough to know he doesn’t need entire ‘meals’ when he asks for food: snacks are fine. Chewie – the golden lab – and I have caught up on weeks of petting almost in one single day, and Willie Fu and I petted, sang, and played until he was very happy to see The Husband get home because Willie Fu wanted to rough house!
I felt well enough to read some and enjoyed every word. Not a lot of writing was done today on the vampire/Interpol agent story. I did manage to get a good amount of plotting done. The up-coming twists make me grin from ear to ear. And, I began a scary story for Halloween. Originally it was my intention to post the Halloween story today, but it isn’t finished, obviously, but it should be ready by Halloween.
For the first time in a long time the X-Box was turned on during the day and I played some Dragon’s Dogma: Dark Arisen and once Darksiders II was downloaded I began.
Today has been a good day on SO many fronts. Now – off to bed with me!
KMGN: As always, wonderful and pertinent advice.
Originally posted on The Daily Post:
November is a busy month of blogging and writing, especially for participants in challenges like NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo. To get you excited for next month, here are bits of advice from three bloggers on WordPress.com:
Fill your creative well
In “The First and Most Crucial Step to Owning NaNoWriMo,” Kristen Lamb offers pre-writing advice for people embarking on a novel — but it’s handy for writers of any style or genre:
Creative people are a lot like tigers. We do a lot of what looks like laying around and warming our bellies in the sunshine. Yet, what we’re really doing is powering up because, once we go after that first draft, those words can be more elusive than a gazelle that’s doping.
Kristen spent two-and-a-half years researching for her last book on social media, which she says might not have looked like “work” to some. But it definitely was:
I was filling my…
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|The Painted TurtleThere was a chief, and he had a fine-looking girl. There was a painted turtle, and he fell in love with the chief’s daughter. But he could not come to see her or get to speak to her, because neither the girl nor her parents paid any attention to him. He kept thinking, “How can I win that girl?” And day after day he came, but still they did not notice him. Finally he thought, “If I would paint up, they would notice it and ask me why I painted.” He painted up and went to the chief’s lodge and the girl fell in love with him as soon as she saw him. So he told her to follow him and started off and went to a big river. When she first saw the turtle, she thought it was a human being, but when they got to the water and she saw that it was a turtle instead of a man, she said, “I cannot go any farther with you.” He said, “Come and follow me. You will turn into a turtle the same as I am.” When she went in, she turned into a turtle, but a different kind, a soft shell. Sometimes they name women after this turtle. (As told by an unidentified Peoria informant to Truman Michelson, 1916; after Knoepfle 1993)
For more interesting stories check out this link where this story came from — http://www.native-languages.org/legends-turtle.htm
It has turned off downright cold – to me – here in Lexington. The thermometer outside on the deck says it is 50°F. Not only is it cold, but wet. The Husband had almost finished the morning dog constitution when it started raining. Although the rain has stopped for the time being, it looks like it’s going to pour. Add in the fact my body knew of the weather change yesterday you can genuinely appreciate the “moanin'” portion of the title. However, there is writing to be done and some research to do. These two things make today wonderful.
The new project is coming along nice. Right now I am on Chapter 3 and I am using the dip pen and bottled ink for the first draft. Believe it or not, but the dip pen is much easier on my hand than a regular stick pen or fountain pen. Dip pens are lighter and once you get used to using them your hand relaxes into the motion of writing thus keeping the cramps down to a minimum. And, if you have arthritic hands as I do, this relieves a lot of pain and discomfort in general. Is it slower than typing? Yes, but there is also a nice, relaxed flow of writing and the story itself gets told much faster.
One of the characters is an older woman who was homeless when the vampire brought her into his herd – yep, that’s right. She hears voices, but being under the vampire’s command helps her with them. This woman is also clairvoyant. She is the vampire’s prized possession and she has made a startling declaration: A true evil has come to town and it will be up to the vampire and the human woman to defeat it! Yeah, it surprised me, too. However, before either the vampire or the human woman can get to looking for the evil, they have to contend with the Interpol agent looking for the man the woman dated. You know the one: the guy the vampire took out when ex-boyfriend was trying to kill said young woman? Yeah, that one. And, no, the Interpol agent knows nothing about the existence of vampires.
If all goes as planned, today the first two chapters will be typed up and many new words will go down.
There is also an update on the computer situation. The nifty power supply The Husband and Shane ordered appears to be dead so another one is going to have to be procured. I can’t help but wonder if another system should be purchased or if one should just be built to my specifications. This is another question for another day. Right now I need to see how much trouble everyone is going to get into with Interpol.
The house is quiet. There is no music playing. The television is dark. The only sounds I can actually hear is the refrigerator and the snoring of a couple of dogs. Occasionally Lil Dude will splash in his box beside me. Other than the sounds I’ve mentioned there is nothing.
For the past few days, my reading material has been The Ascetical Homilies of Saint Isaac of Syria and these writings expound on the necessity of silence for the blossoming of the soul, heart, and mind. He has also gone further to explain silence in work can also lead to better work. I am sure he was talking about work necessary for keeping yourself fed, clothed, and a roof over your head, but Saint Isaac did say ALL work could benefit from silence.
As I opened the laptop today and began working after a nice lunch with Shane – the fellow who wrote “Pulling Rabbits” – I hadn’t chosen a music program or a disk to play. Nor was the TV on for background noise. Still, I began working: Researching, writing, editing, typing…work. Occasionally I have looked up and outside through the glass doors in front of me and since there hasn’t been a racket inside today birds are everywhere on the banister outside devouring the sunflower seeds. The male squirrel has chased them off, but the little pregnant female squirrel is so gentle and moves so slowly, she has been able to eat with the birds.
One bird, I’m not sure what type of bird it is because a) I haven’t seen its type before; and b) I can’t find my bird book; came right up and clung to the divider of the glass door and peered in at me as curiously as I watched him. He looked at me first with one eye and then the other before he went back to the sunflower seeds, then back out to the trees.
Not only has the wildlife been easier to observe today, but the words are flowing. Scenes are happening. Even when there are snags and stumbles with words, plot, scenes, etc., the work-through has appeared more readily (though not effortlessly).
Since I am more at ease the dogs are more at ease. Willie Fu is peacefully asleep with the other two. He comes close to check on me and receive petting, but he isn’t looking for something to do. He is peaceful. Even Lil Dude, after having a semi-traumatic morning – we put him in the big tank last night but got hung in the water filter this morning; this means he is back in his box beside me – has calmed, eaten, and has basked himself several times today. There is a serenity about all the animals today, and with me.
Most of the time I seem to hunt for peace and never find it, or am never satisfied with what appears. Maybe this is the more truthful statement. Today has been different and the words are showing just how much a difference. Will every day be like this? *sigh* No, unfortunately. No two days are ever alike for me, or anyone truly. Each day we’re different on the inside because of worries and concerns, or health issues. Today though, is a quiet day filled with words and I am happy for them.
KMGN: This gentleman is very correct and says what needs to be said concisely.
Originally posted on fox13now.com:
Fox News’ Shepard Smith took a few minutes to give the facts on Ebola Wednesday.
But he gave more than that, which you can see in his message above.
First off, let me make a quick correction. The story “Pulling Rabbits” is not one of mine, but my friend and fellow writer Shane Stewart. I asked him to do a guest post for yesterday, which he did, but his name is at the end of the story, underneath the title.
Shane is an excellent thriller/horror writer. Perhaps you can tell?
In other news, Lil Dude’s tank is finally ready for him to go into and I am SO sad! I know he needs a larger place and can’t stay on the table beside me forever, but this doesn’t mean I don’t wish he could stay beside me. We are all going to need to get used to doing things different, but we will and Lil Dude will be happier and grow mightily and have is picture taken muchly.
The new story is moving along nicely. It had me writing until ten o’clock last night and on the agenda all today. Currently it is all contained within a composition book. Part of me feels like a nine-year old writing furiously in a notebook at my Mom’s kitchen table, while the story itself is moving rapidly and well. Glory, the main female character is learning things about vampires she had no idea about and they aren’t anywhere near the things we learned in the Twilight series. My vampires are a little more…nasty. Plus, she is learning about herself and her family some, too. I am learning about her family and some of the things we are discovering is suspicious and unanticipated.
Now, as a reward, The Husband has brought home pizza!
KMGN: A very interesting idea and one I am considering. What about you?
Originally posted on ReadTuesday:
Read Tuesday—a Black Friday type of event just for book lovers—now has a Thunderclap promotion underway.
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When I first supported a Thunderclap for an author, I had been a little nervous when it asked me to confirm. It turns out I had worried over nothing. The only thing you’re agreeing to do is to have a single message go out on your Facebook, Twitter, or Tumblr on…
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