This year I had been thinking about the fact that, no matter what, three people love me intensely – the persons of the Holy Trinity.
This morning it got through my thick head on the The Feast of the Holy Archangels, that I need to bump up that number considerably.
Then I saw the picture below and I had to add a caption to it.
I also recently ran across this paragraph when I was re-reading G.K. Chesterton’s “St. Thomas Aquinas”:
I do not know for certain why St. Thomas was called the Angelic Doctor: whether it was that he had an angelic temper, or the intellectuality of an Angel; or whether there was a later legend that he concentrated on Angels–especially on the points of needles. If so, I do not quite understand how this idea arose; history has many examples of an irritating habit of labelling somebody in connection with something, as if he never did any thing else. Who was it who began the inane habit of referring to Dr. Johnson as “our lexicographer”; as if he never did anything but write a dictionary? Why do most people insist on meeting the large and far-reaching mind of Pascal at its very narrowest point: the point at which it was sharpened into a spike by the spite of the Jansenists against the Jesuits? It is just possible, for all I know, that this labelling of Aquinas as a specialist was an obscure depreciation of him as a universalist. For that is a very common trick for the belittling of literary or scientific men.
