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To all who have faith in Jesus Christ

Open Letter of His Excellency Youhanna Boutros (John Peter) Moshe, 
Syriac Catholic Archeparch of Mosul and Qaraqosh

Sunday, July 27, 2014

To All Priests, to all Monks and Nuns, to all Deacons, and to all those who have faith in Jesus Christ:

May the peace and love of God come upon you, your homes, and your families, and upon all those who have come to protect you, and to all those who have come to you for protection!

"These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world."
The Gospel according to Saint John, 16:33

With these words, Jesus strengthened the determination of his Apostles, who asked for the perseverance that would confirm their victory for good, and the defeat of evil.

The line of lies is a short one. And evil -- regardless of its gaining strength, regardless of the fact that it lasts for long time -- does not prevail. Our appeal to you, dearly beloved, is so that your determination will not be weakened, and that you will not be frightened by the false propaganda and the rumors that have no other goals than to take away your dignity and make you abandon your homes and churches.

Therefore, be patient and persevere, because one who is patient wins in the end. And know that the responsibility of those who spread the rumour about the crime is not smaller than the responsibility of those who commit the crime themselves.

The Archbishop's letter.

No one can stop those who wish to emigrate, because emigration has its own causes, and one who considers emigration evaluates one's own situation and takes one's own decisions. But why leave a country that is ours, and whose land we have inherited from our own fathers? We have not taken it by force or by invasion, and an inheritance is [something] precious and respected, even it is small.

Have some faith, first in God, then in our Mother the Virgin Mary, who with her kindness protects our villages that have not fallen in the hands of the enemy, and will not fall, by the grace of God. So much so that there are people who are convinced that their fate is linked to our own, who have allowed the coming together of our fates, and who have come exclusively to protect us, who have sacrificed their blood and their rest to protect us. We should be taking up arms and standing at their side to repel the enemy and keep evil away from us, rather than thinking about fleeing and losing. In this event, we could not be proud and have trust in ourselves.

And we are the children of forefathers who were not afraid of death, and who were not terrorized by persecution, because they wanted to preserve their religions and their values, both social and moral, and to protect their sacred places, and their monasteries, and their churches.

Well then, be not afraid, and preserve your heritage and your land. Stand strong in your faith as you are in love and in hope, and bring to each one the faith of [being able to] face the challenges, filled with courage against the obstacles on the path of your life.

May God, the keeper of peace and security, be with you. "For whoever is not against us is for us," (Mk 9:40); Jesus Christ said, "if God be for us, who can be against us?" (Rm 8:31), as the Apostle Paul confirms.

Coffee Should Make Itself

Things I have been asked to fix today (all before 8 a.m.):

a knit blanket with an airplane stuck in it

a matchbox car that has been thrown one too many times

a soiled sheet

socks that make one's feet too slippery


underwear that can't accommodate two legs in one hole

the deflated green arm of a balloon animal octopus

a broken friendship

an iPhone (in guided access)

books that won't stack properly

a blanket not perfectly flat


Mar Mattai monastery taken.

Located 20 miles north-east of Nineveh, Mar Mattai monastery lies tucked away on top of Maqlub Mountain known to the Assyrians as Tura D'alpayeh.

Mosul (Iraq) (AFP) – Jihadist militants have taken over a monastery in northern Iraq, one of the country’s best-known Christian landmarks, and expelled its resident monks, a cleric and residents said Monday.

Islamic State (IS) fighters stormed Mar (Saint) Behnam, a 4th century monastery run by the Syriac Catholic church near the predominantly Christian town of Qaraqosh, on Sunday, the sources said.

Fighters with the Islamic State in Iraq and Syria (ISIS) stormed the Saint Behnam monastery on Monday, located 30 kilometers (20 miles) southeast of Mosul. 

“You have no place here anymore, you have to leave immediately,” a member of the Syriac clergy quoted the Sunni militants as telling the monastery’s residents.

He said the monks pleaded to be allowed to save some of the monastery’s relics but the fighters refused and ordered them to leave on foot with nothing but their clothes.

Christian residents from the area told AFP the monks walked several miles along a deserted road and were eventually picked up by Kurdish peshmerga fighters who drove them to Qaraqosh.

The Syriac cleric said five monks were expelled from Mar Behnam. Christian families in the area said there may have been up to nine people living at the monastery.

The incident was the latest move by the Islamic State, which last month declared a “caliphate” straddling large swathes of northern Iraq and Syria, to threaten a Christian presence in the region spanning close to two millennia.

Over the weekend, hundreds of families fled Mosul, a once-cosmopolitan city which is the country’s second largest and lies around 15 kilometres (10 miles) northwest of Mar Behnam.

They abandoned homes and belongings after IS fighters running the city issued an ultimatum for Christians to convert, pay a special tax, leave or face the sword.

Families who were forced on the road and leaders of Iraq’s Chaldean and other churches said Mosul was now emptied of Christians for the first time in history.

Jihadist fighters want to create a state based on an extreme interpretation of sharia — or Islamic law — and have targeted all minorities in the Mosul area.

Other groups such as Shiite Turkmen, Shabak and Yazidis have suffered even more than the Christians, who have largely escaped summary executions since IS swept the region in early June.

Mar Behnam is a major Christian landmark in Iraq and a site where the local community and pilgrims traditionally pray for healings and fertility.

It was built by Assyrian king Sennacherib II as a penance for having his children Behnam and Sarah killed because they had converted to Christianity.

Urgent Appeal

"Christian families have been expelled from their houses and their valuables were stolen and ...their houses and property expropriated in the name of the Islamic State." 

Genghis Khan

"This has never happened in Christian or Islamic history. Even Genghis Khan or Hulagu didn't do this," Patriarch Louis Raphael I Sako said. 
(Hulagu Khan led a Mongol army which sacked Baghdad in 1258, killing tens of thousands.)

An urgent message of 
Patriarch Louis Raphael I Sako
Chaldean Catholic Patriarch of Baghdad

To all who have a living conscience in Iraq and all the world
To the voice of moderate brother Muslims who have a voice in Iraq and all the world
To all who have a concern that Iraq could remain a country for all His Children
To all leaders of thought and opinion
To all who announce the freedom of the human being
To all protectors of the dignity of human beings and of religion

The control exercised by the Islamist Jihadists upon the city of Mosul, and their proclamation of it as an Islamic State, after several days of calm and expectant watching of events, has now come to reflect negatively upon the Christian population of the city and its environs.

The initial sign was in the kidnapping of the two nuns and 3 orphans who were released after 17 days. At the time, we experienced it as a flash of hope and as a clearing of the sky after the appearance of storm clouds.
Suddenly we have been surprised by the more recent outcomes which are the proclamation of an Islamic state and the announcement calling all Christians and clearly asking them to convert to Islam or to pay the jizyah (the tax all non- Muslims must pay while living in the land of Islam) – without specifying the exact amount. The only alternative is to abandon the city and their houses with only the clothes they are wearing, taking nothing else. Moreover, by Islamic law, upon their departure, their houses are no longer their properties but are instantly confiscated as property of the Islamic state.

In recent days, there has been written the letter ‘N’ in Arabic on the front wall of Christian homes, signifying ‘Nazara’ (Christian), and on the front wall of Shiite homes, the letter ‘R’ signifying ‘Rwafidh’ (Protestants or rejecters). We do not know what will happen in future days because in an Islamic state the Al-sharia or Islamic code of law is powerful and has been interpreted to require the issuance of new I.Ds for the population based on religious or sectarian affiliation.

This categorization based upon religion or sect afflicts the Muslims as well and contravenes the regulation of Islamic thought which is expressed in the Quran which says, “You have your religion and I have my religion” and yet another place in Quran states, “There is no compulsion in religion”. This is exactly the contradiction in the life and history of the Islamic world for more than 1400 years and in the co-existence with other different religions and nations in the East.

With all due respect to belief and dogmas, there has been a fraternal life between Christians and Muslims. How much the Christians have shared here in our East specifically from the beginnings of Islam. They shared every sweet and bitter circumstance of life; Christian and Muslim blood has been mixed as it was shed in the defense of their rights and lands. Together they built a civilization, cities, and a heritage. It is truly unjust now to treat Christians by rejecting them and throwing them away, considering them as nothing.
It is clear that the result of all this discrimination legally enforced will be the very dangerous elimination of the possibility of co-existence between majorities and minorities. It will be very harmful to Muslims themselves both in the near and the distant future.

Should this direction continue to be pursued, Iraq will come face to face with human, civil, and historic catastrophe.

We call with all the force available to us; we call to you fraternally, in a spirit of human brotherhood; we call to you urgently; we call to you impelled by risk and in spite of the risk. We implore in particular our Iraqi brothers asking them to reconsider and reflect upon the strategy they have adopted and demanding that they must respect innocent and weaponless people of all nationalities, religions, and sects.

The Holy Quran has ordered believers to respect the innocent and has never called them to seize the belongings, the possessions, the properties of others by force. The Quran commands refuge for the widow, the orphaned, the poor, and the weaponless and respect "to the seventh neighbor."

We call Christians in the region to act with reason and prudence and to consider and to plan everything in the best way possible. Let them understand what is planned for this region, to practice solidarity in love, to examine the realities together and so be able together to find the paths to build trust in themselves and in their neighbors. Let them stay close to their own Church and surround it; endure the time of trial and pray until the storm will be over.

 † Louis Raphael Sako 
Patriarch of Babylon for the Chaldean
 17 July 2014

a 'preloved pop~up' shop ...

righty ho, 
here is the nitty gritty for my first pop~up shop 
which will pop up outside of Tolt Yarn and Wool

as the weather has been tres hot hot hot, 
i am hopeful it will continue that way.
however rain or shine, 
i will be there, 
along with a motley crew of forsaken souls and preloved goodness, 
(actually rather a vast amount as i have been manically downsizing my collection of beloved finds 
and emptying my closet)
Our #2 who will be visiting for a few weeks 
and i have roped her into being my right hand pop~up shop man
haha hehe

i may well be even more quiet then i have been of late, over the coming weeks, 
for tis summer and with one of my clan returning for a few weeks 
and working on packing up and shipping out our #3 to start his life in scotland,
plus other things that need to be pondered, 
it would seem wise to spend my time in the moment, 
with them.

i will be popping by though, from time to time
and have high hopes of sharing the bigger sized pebble vest
when i have unearthed the scribbled notes i have lost
under the piles of preloved goodness i have collected 
in the middle of our shed
all ready for thee big pop~up shop weekend...
be there or be square :)

spickity span on one side, crappity crap on the other ...

one side of mossy shed is now spickity span with freshly painted white walls and minimal amount of crappity crap. 
in fact there is so little in the space i am thinking it looks like we just moved in ...

in celebration i covered a little footstool with a bit of spiffy barkcloth 

and rustled up a hearth~side seat cushion from two cushion inserts and one of my thrifted russian floral scarves. being most in love with my scarf i did not chop it in anyway thus it can be unpicked if ever the need should arrive. 
immediately it past the test, late last night for a spot of illegal parking.

Kathleen's cupboard is looking most splendid with her coat removed and her inners filled. 

my man huffed and he puffed as we dragged her through from another part of the shed. upon placing her just so, he walked away exclaiming he gave it two months before she would be on the move again. oh ye of little faith.
i am not so sure, for she truly is doing a most peachy job of housing all my most treasured collections.

alas, the other side of mossy shed is not spickity span with its greige walls and maximum amount of crappity crap, and thus the coming days will be filled with sorting things for my first 'pre~loved pop~up shop' in a most thrilling spot, to be announced shortly

a mammoth of a task ...

hello hello! goodness, the past few weeks have past in a blur of busy bee~ness and i had pin pointed this week for taking it easy but nope, that is not to be for another bee has gotten into my bonnet and off i go again. 

tis all too much ...

it has been six years since Mossy Shed received her coat of white and despite what it may appear, i have not painted her walls other than to cover up the odd wall of wallpaper and thus, she was looking and feeling rather bleah. and so on saturday i started what will be a mammoth of a task, to paint all her downstairs walls a fresh coat of white to brighten things up. whilst doing this i am also downsizing my motley collection of furntiure and knick knacks. sweet treasures i was keeping for a bricks and mortar store can no longer sit waiting for something which i have no idea will ever really become reality. to move forward, and to breath again, i need to let go and so i am. 

the result of this will be 'pre~loved pop~up stalls' over the coming weeks and months. i will of course mention when and where they will be, when and as i know. there will be knick knacks galore, forsaken souls, clothing, clogs, furniture, framed pictures and other peachy things, looking for new homes. many of which i truly would like to keep, as they are rather lovely but its time, time for a de~clutter of the utmost kind.

pre lick of paint, fair thee well greige ...

for today however i am carrying on with the task of painting... the fireplace got a new lick of paint and already the greige looking brick is looking muchly better. (photo shows pre lick)

i will confess the old bod is rather not up to the task of this herculean painting marathon so i am doing it in spits and spats. the first spit being our family space (its self not a small spit but a big old spit i might add) and one end of the kitchen, where i have also dragged kathleen's cupboard through and quite recklessly stripped her of her coat and busy filling her with kitchen paraphernalia which does not get used quite so often as the every day kitchen stuff. this has now given me more cupboard space to play with in the kitchen. whilst doing this i am being most strict and only allowing myself to keep what kathleen can hold in the way of my vintage or truly cannot part with treasures, all else will have to leave home. yep, this is serious stuff, no room at the inn, nor the shed, time to ship out and this includes our old church bench. 

looking for a new home on craigslist ...

all ready after two days i am feeling lighter and brighter, along with our shed

Regular Traditional Sunday Mass in Aberdeen

UPDATE: The Mass time in 11:15am, not 11:00am as previously advertised

 We are very pleased to announce that, at the request of Bishop Hugh Gillbert, OSB of Aberdeen, we, the Sons of the Most Holy Redeemer, will now be offering a regular Sunday Traditional Mass once a month in Aberdeen.

The Holy Sacrifice of the Mass will be offered according to the 1962 Missale Romanum on the second Sunday of every month in Sacred Heart Church, Aberdeen.

 The Traditional Mass will be celebrated at 11:15am.

If you would like to attend the Holy Mass in the Extraordinary Form, please feel free to come on the Second Sunday of every month to:

Sacred Heart
Roman Catholic Church
15 Grampian Road, Torry
AB11 8ED

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Cruise Orkney

 There are three large cruise liners coming into Orkney today with an aproximate total of 7000 tourists!  The shopkeepers will be pleased.

After Morning prayers this ship could be seen from Papa Stronsay making its approach to Kirkwall.  It is the MSC Magnifica.  At a build cost of $547 million, it weighs in at 95,128 tonnes.  Today it is carrying 2569 Passengers and 953 crew.
It was quite magnificent to see this huge vessel gliding along the usually empty horrizon.

I Have No Life

Still trying to find my way back here. Blogging is somewhat very self-aggrandizing and I'm not feeling too rah rah yet. And divorce is like the death of blogging.

Joe took the twins to their see their grandparents at the farm this week. They were over the moon excited to go. My mother in law bought the twins air mattresses to replace the cribs she had for them and when I talked to the kids this morning Reese went on an on about her new bedroom. She's such a funny kid. Air mattresses are the coolest thing to ever happen to her, apparently.

I got these pictures today, and word that Ryan asked for lunch and ate a whole grilled cheese sandwich, two slices of cheese, half a box of graham bunnies, a bunch of grapes and two cookies. All things that may seem normal for a growing boy, but it's not normal for my boy. Hearing about his eating adventure warmed my heart. I know it means he was engaged today, regulated, and that he's relaxed enough to eat. I know it means he's happy.

God I miss them. This is our fourth time apart. Ever. It's weird for them to be doing things without me. So weird.

Lola stayed home with me because she is still not really walking (getting there though!) and she's still the baby, for all intents and purposes. And when the kids are at the farm they ride horses and tractors and do all sorts of "big kid" things, she's just not there yet. Almost, but not quite. So I get to play singleton mommy for a few days and I'm loving it while it lasts. It's so different. My blood pressure at my OB appointment today was 110/60 and I joked with the nurse that it's because my two older kids are on vacation.

Yesterday I threw off her schedule big time and the poor peanut napped until 7 p.m. as a result, so we went to a pub for dinner (keeping it klassy) and split a bacon cheeseburger. She got my bacon and I got her cheese. The damn place didn't have highchairs, which totally reminded me of that movie with Reese Witherspoon where she's all, "you have a baby!...in a bar" Totes me. Anyway, sans high chair meant Bean ate while sitting on my lap. She managed to sit in a regular chair for part of the meal, but couldn't reach the table well. The cutest. Seriously. Once she finished her beer, we headed over to a friend's house to watch The Bachelorette and she stayed up till 11 p.m. I feel like I'm on 16 and Pregnant with this kind of parenting, but what the hell?

Anyway, tonight I got a sitter and went with one of Lo's therapists to a spin class at a new gym. First of all, damn, I love spinning. I felt (still feel, hours later) so, so good. Note to self: make room in the budget for a sitter so I can take spin once a week. Second of all, I realized that I have no life. Seriously, holy shit, people. I have no life. My kids are my WHOLE life, and I am not theirs. I mean, I kind of realized this after I went to Martha's Vineyard last month and the Earth didn't stop rotating on its axis, but the realization keeps punching me in the face.

I think I need to join something and meet people. Like get out and, uh, make something of myself. Maybe I'll join a running club or something. How high-fashion would it be to run in an adult diaper? Don't judge, four kids in three years and I pee myself at inopportune times.

So what does one do when the life they created ceases to exist? Obvi the kids are still priority numero uno. But now what?

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