Thisby Thestoop and the Black Mountain

It’s fair to say that I read a good number of books children’s books. Having kids of my own, I like to pilfer their shelves from time to time. In our house, we like to stock “the classics” as a sort of quality guarantee. Since children’s books became a genre there have been writers who have tried to cash in on the children’s market as a way to make a quick buck with little effort. Reading “the classics” means that you get the best books from every era without having to wade through the formulaic twaddle, most of which has mercifully been forgotten over the years.
It’s a different story with modern children’s books. Picking up a new children’s book means taking a chance on wasting your time, and the modern children’s book publishing machine loves tried and true formulas. After the success of Harry Potter we got books about schools for magical/mythological/specially talented kids who are sorted into groups based on their personalities. After The Hunger Games took off, we’ve have had m…

100 Days of Theological Clerihews
Day 1: Saint Augustine of Hippo

It appears I have slacked off posting of late. Life gets busy, and the blog is not high on the priority list. However, I'm going to try to get back into blogging regularly, and in order to do that I've chosen a project that won't take massive amounts of daily time. I'm going to try to spend 100 days writing clerihews about theologians throughout history. "What is a clerihew?" you ask. Click here to find out.

It's only appropriate to start with the man Thomas Aquinas called "The Theologian": Saint Augustine of Hippo. (For the record, I'm not sure if the nomenclature of "The Theologian" means that Augustine was a Time Lord.) Anyway, here goes...
Augustine of Hippo

Aurelius Augustine,
Whom God did predestine,
Wept in despair
Over stealing a pear.