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9Dec/098

Wed Morning Christian Theology

Ques 1:

If God is Infinite Good
And sin is an offense against God
And man wishes to reconcile himself to Infinite Goodness in light of his transgressions
What kind of recompense does it require?

Ques 2:

"Away in a Manger
No crib for His bed"

What is a "manger" and what does that imply with regard to Jesus?

Ques 3:

What is Manna?

Ques 4:

What is a Tabernacle?

Why must it be immaculate?

Ques 5:

What pregnant woman did Mary visit? And who was in her cousin's womb?

What does "Full of Grace" imply about Mary?

What does "blessed among women" signify?

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  1. Dan Collins
    December 9th, 2009 - 06:46

    Manger’s from the same root as Italian “mangiare,” to eat. Mangia!

    I’ll have the Tender Infant . . . he’s so Holy and Mild.

    Question 3 really relates to question 1, and I’ll let Shakespeare say it:

    The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
    It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
    Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
    It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.

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  2. Diane
    December 9th, 2009 - 07:09

    Question 1.

    There must be a legal transaction. There is a crime, an indictment, a conviction and either we, or a divine counterpart must provide satisfactory payment/restitution. Propitiation. In view of God’s goodness, otherness, holiness, we could never attain perfection or pay for even one of our sins fully. Thus, Christ.

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  3. Freakether3
    December 10th, 2009 - 09:28

    just appropriate:

    THIS LITTLE BABE
    Robert Southwell (1561?-1595)

    This little Babe so few days old is come to rifle Satan’s fold;
    All hell doth at his presence quake though he himself for cold do shake;
    For in this weak unarmèd wise the gates of hell he will surprise.

    With tears he fights and wins the field, his naked breast stands for a shield;
    His battering shot are babish cries, his arrows looks of weeping eyes,
    His martial ensigns Cold and Need and feeble Flesh his warrior’s steed.

    His camp is pitchèd in a stall, his bulwark but a broken wall;
    The crib his trench, haystacks his stakes; of shepherds he his muster makes;
    And thus, as sure his foe to wound, the angels’ trump alarum sound.

    My soul, with Christ join thou in fight, stick to the tents that he hath pight.
    Within his crib is surest ward, this little Babe will be thy guard.
    If thou wilt foil thy foes with joy, then flit not from this heavenly Boy

    & in musical context:
    by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913-1976) , “This little babe”, op. 28 no. 6 (1942) [treble chorus, soloists, and harp], from A Ceremony of Carols, no. 6.

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