I do not have the honor of having gone to UGA. I took the name Mad Dawg when one of my ewes got rabies and all three of us had to have the shots— which aren’t that bad any more.
The very idea of rabid sheep still makes me laugh. It’s like when I named one of my sweeter rams “Fang.”
I would go this far toward you: in the 16th century the idea of indulgences was perverted and drawn into the effort to raise money, I think to build St. Peter’s in Rome. I don’t have all my books at hand, darn it, or I could refer you to the page in Chadwick’s (non-Catholic) history of the Church which claims to present the first recorded indulgence which the Pope granted to nuns who especially impressed him with their piety. I don’t THINK he was counting on income from that grant.
I think a friend ‘borrowed’ that book anyway. It was in my pickup, and he borrowed my pickup, and then he told me it was a good book. Looks suspicious to me! :-)
Well my FRiend, I’m not sure if I said it on this thread or not, but, I’m assured of one thing: My RCC friends and I both count on the sacrifice of Christ on the cross for our salvation and in the end that’s all that matters.
I’m sure the Lord God is amused by our petty squabbles and well certainly have better things to do in paradise than to rehash differences that we’ve thought so important here on earth.
Would it be disingenuous of me to buy some asbestos underware, just in case I may have the small end of the stick?