Kooky, Kooky, lend me your trowel

So yesterday, Saturday, I stopped by a local shop to pick up some magazines for a nice sunny day’s reading in the sun. Those glossy pics and pages and the relatively simple English writing style is refreshing, even recreational, after my recent slogging through barbaric Latin. Anyhow, the shop had changed hands and all the magazines got moved around. So, while I was looking particularly for KMT (which I think is absolutley the bestest and beautifullest magazine in the whole wide world), he happened to be out, so I got a Biblical Archaeology Review (if only for pretty pictures; it’s got a fairly good story in there about ancient circumcision, and an okay one about the Dome of the Rock, which I’ll have more to say about later), a copy of Archaeology (including, inter alia, a fairly short but also fairly stupid piece on the Gospel of Judas, and a large one on that Bosnian pyramid guy—free publicity, or maybe they paid him—it’ll be a long time before I buy another Archaeology), and then I saw this other cover right next to it, listing as stories along the left column, among others which I didn’t read, “Phoenician Grapes in Virginia” (I thought, “How interesting; they must be able to tell by genetic sequencing.”), “Canada’s Serpent Mounds” (“Ooo, I love mounds! They must be like the Ohio serpent mound we walked around when I was a kid!”) and some other stuff, which I was too hurried to read. Of course, one has to know that I’m a very rapid shopper, generally despising or uncomfortable to be in anything except a musty bookstore, and I was also chatting with the new owner, an Egyptian I think, and I had two iced coffees rather rapidly losing their iciness, so I didn’t take the time to read anything else on the cover of this magazine, Ancient American (and you all read the name and start laughing!). I thought it was a new magazine devoted to moundbuilders and ancient American cultures and all that truly nifty stuff. Once I got out into the sun with my magazines, my two pints of iced Illy coffee, and even a new copy of Bede’s Ecclesiastical History, sitting by a reflecting pool on the Berkeley campus, I opened the supposed moundbuilder mag and it turned out to be one of those ghastly “Phoenicians in America” things. I can’t even describe how vastly disappointed I was to be deprived of what I thought I was about to read, though the faint undercurrent of disgust is probably understandable, with a slight overtone of embarassment, because on the cover, lower right, in letters nearly as large as the title, it says “Ecuador’s Phoenician Artififacts.” All in all, a distinctly unenjoyable flavor. I’ll, um, er, definitely be taking the whole two seconds to pause and read the entire cover of any magazines I’ll be buying in future.

So, here’s to junk archaeology putting a damper on an otherwise beautiful weekend reading session!

Victorinus: In Apocalypsin (11.1-6)

[11.1] And to show him a reed like a rod, so that he might measure the temple of God and the altar and those worshipping in it: he speaks of authority, which, having been released, he afterward displayed to the churches. For he also afterward wrote the Gospel. For when Valentinus and Cerinthus and Ebion and others of the school of Satan were spread throughout the world, the bishops of the nearby cities came together and compelled him, so that he might write his own testimony about the Lord. For the measure of faith is commanded by our Lord, to confess the Father Almighty, as we have learned, and His Son, our Lord Jesus Christ: before the origin of the world spiritually born of the Father; made man and conquered death; received bodily into heaven by the Father; poured forth the Holy Spirit, gift and pledge of immortality. This One was predicted by the Prophets, this One was written of in the Law, this One is the Hand of God, and the Word of the Father Almighty, and Creator of the circle of the whole world. This is the reed and measure of faith, that no one may worship at the holy altar, except who has confessed this: He is Lord and Christ.

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