And Suppose It's NOT a Gift on the Altar?

If therefore thou offer thy gift at the altar, and there thou remember that thy brother hath any thing against thee Leave there thy offering before the altar, and go first to be reconciled to thy brother: and then coming thou shalt offer thy gift
[Matthew 5:23-24]

I got this cited in an email. The main adressee was "undisclosed recipients" and then there was a BCC to myself. I don't know how many others.

I don't know how realistic or unrealistic it is to suspect I was a target of the remark.

Now, some would say, and this I'm statistically pretty certain of after a few years, that I would still be a very apt target for this.

He wants to offer up his blogs to God, but takes petty revenge on CPS? He wants to offer up his blogs to God and condones a racist remark? (Religious equivalent of WTF)

In a sense, I have certainly offered up my blogs to God and Mary, and for one it means the online content as online is for free. A printed version is an extra, welcome to me, as it would generate income for myself and for others.

But it is still not the kind of Korban where I say and look at only holy things. Or where the reverence takes away the curiosity or the social justice ambition.

Second, I'm not taking petty revenge on either CPS nor on Muslim second and third generation immigrants, as well as some non-Muslim Black Africans. I'm civically warning of an actual danger. This is not an unchristian thing, and if these instances have hurt myself, it is not a question of forgiving not to write what I write, but to be lame as a journalist and ignore first hand evidence of evil-doing. I don't have the right not to take sides against such people in some cases.

Third, lots of what I do is a very goodnatured revenge. I don't go after Science as a bunch of enemies I want to insult as deeply as possible by being Young Earth Creationist or Geocentric. I go after bad evidence as bad evidence. And anyone pretending the contrary is calumniating me. I'll cite one more thing from that letter:

The Baltimore Catechism backs this up plainly. The Fifth Commandment forbids not just murder, but fighting, quarreling, and injuring our neighbor. It commands us to live in peace and union with one another. And the teaching of the Council of Trent extends this even further — sins against the Fifth Commandment include the interior movements of unjust anger, hatred, and contempt. The commandment doesn't stop at your hands. It reaches into your chest.

Now, one form of quarrelling* is looking for occasions to correct someone. Not on theory.

I actually relish exchanges when people try to find a fault in my argument.

But on my actions and inactions.

So, I'm presumed to be neglecting my work. I'm working every day, including Lord's Days and today a feast day of Sts Peter and Paul in a non-menial or non-servile** work, of writing. This writing is supposed to be on my part intended as a "gift on the altar" or a korban. This "korban" is supposed to be impure because I'm not living in peace with my enemies. Hence it's worthless, and I'm not doing any work, etc.

What if my enemies are the people who have stopped me from living in peace? I was sewing on Friday evening, after dark. So, when the Jews have their Sabbath. When 7DA pretend all Christians should have theirs. And I lost the needle, whether someone's hypnosis or an actual supernatural act, I lost it. I had lost two miraculous medallions before, found one again, and then lost it again. Such events, however you explain them, are disruptive to my peace.

Someone was giving a bag of food, pretty fat and sugary such, and I found also a grasshopper. Like as if someone wanted to allude to La Fontaine's The Ant and the Grasshopper. And that someone was probably not*** French, because in the French, it's not a grasshopper (sauterelle) but a cigale (a true cicada). La cigale et la fourmi. I ate some, I left much uneaten to somewhere else where anyone could pick it up. Both having to stand up instead of resting after the return from my actual work and finding a reference to La cigale et la fourmi by this very famous poet of both poems and of jokes as is, not La Fontaine, but "Anon." (as usual) is obviously also disruptive to my peace.

Dito for people who are walking by loudly late in the evening, early in the morning (before 5 AM today), or sometimes even verifying I'm alive in the middle of the night.

Dito for people who make toilet lamps unusable, lest I should overdose. My wounds on the legs are from lice, not from syringes.

Dito for people who make it harder to get rid of lice in any way other than eating fat food, which has already provoked gout.

I don't pretend to be a monk, and I think I'm not the one to take a first step after all the steps I've already taken to resolve this peacefully, whether by writing or by trying the police. Some people seem to like saying I do nothing, and if my blog, at least my blog has no readers, and the morning after I published evidence to the contrary° I find the park where I go to the toilet (which is open) also visited by an Arab who is insulting an absent person ... or me, while not looking my way. The police have no problem with people going after me for Austro-Bavarian cultural traits°° but if I give an indication that such and such a community could be the one they should look into, hey, I'm told that I can't go after a community. If I don't know who did it, they refuse to look even into long term bullying.

Some rejoice at my gout, because it took away one of my uses of alcohol. Now, nycturia is an ally against gout ... but it's still not ideal for a good night's sleep. Before gout, I fought it with 3 + cl. pure alcohol, alias a pint of beer, one hour before bed, or so, as a diuretic.

Hans Georg Lundahl
Paris
Sts. Peter and Paul
29.VI.2026

Romae natalis sanctorum Apostolorum Petri et Pauli, qui eodem anno eodemque die passi sunt, sub Nerone Imperatore. Horum prior, in eadem Urbe, capite ad terram verso cruci affixus, et in Vaticano juxta viam Triumphalem sepultus, totius Orbis veneratione celebratur; posterior autem, gladio animadversus, et via Ostiensi sepultus, pari honore habetur.

* My correspondent uses US spelling, me more like British. The school book standard in both Sweden and Austria. ** Menial or servile works are forbidden on Lord's Days and Feasts of obligation, unless necessary. Writing isn't. *** The English language is not the only one that replaces the cicada with a grasshopper, consider Semut dan Belalang in Indonesian. Ukrainean nominally has a cicada (Мурашка і Цикада) but wiki illustrations on the fable show a grasshopper. Same ones as for Finnish, where heinäsirkka actually means grasshopper. As German Heuschrecke. Swedish "syrsa" refers to a related animal that's somewhat dissimilar in looks, a cricket. But illustrations would tend to be borrowed from German, Heuschrecke. Other possibility, that someone knew I was not French and didn't know if I would recognise a true cicada. I wouldn't have. ° Derniers trois mois aux 15—18.VI.2026 : Les Pays · 1—18 vues · 19—24 vues · 25—29 vues · 30—34 vues · 35—42 vues · 43—57 vues · 58—4310 vues · en général °° Not adding up to integral Austro-Bavarian culture, I presume, I left Vienna too early.