Friday, March 18, 2011

Verse for Friday, A Mighty Wind, St. Patrick Sheep

The Book of Esther, Chapter Seven

1: So the king and Haman came to banquet with Esther the queen.
2: And the king said again unto Esther on the second day at the banquet of wine, What is thy petition, queen Esther? and it shall be granted thee: and what is thy request? and it shall be performed, even to the half of the kingdom.
3: Then Esther the queen answered and said, If I have found favour in thy sight, O king, and if it please the king, let my life be given me at my petition, and my people at my request:
4: For we are sold, I and my people, to be destroyed, to be slain, and to perish. But if we had been sold for bondmen and bondwomen, I had held my tongue, although the enemy could not countervail the king's damage.
5: Then the king Ahasuerus answered and said unto Esther the queen, Who is he, and where is he, that durst presume in his heart to do so?
6: And Esther said, The adversary and enemy is this wicked Haman. Then Haman was afraid before the king and the queen.
7: And the king arising from the banquet of wine in his wrath went into the palace garden: and Haman stood up to make request for his life to Esther the queen; for he saw that there was evil determined against him by the king.
8: Then the king returned out of the palace garden into the place of the banquet of wine; and Haman was fallen upon the bed whereon Esther was. Then said the king, Will he force the queen also before me in the house? As the word went out of the king's mouth, they covered Haman's face.
9: And Harbonah, one of the chamberlains, said before the king, Behold also, the gallows fifty cubits high, which Haman had made for Mordecai, who had spoken good for the king, standeth in the house of Haman. Then the king said, Hang him thereon.
10: So they hanged Haman on the gallows that he had prepared for Mordecai. Then was the king's wrath pacified.


I had a nice, low-key St. Patrick's Day, during which I did a bit of shopping for Paul's birthday next week and got caught up on a bunch of other things and ate too much (cheese and soda bread and Paul managed to find a recipe for vegetarian Irish stew for dinner, plus we had Bailey's in the house so if my spelling is off, that's why, heh). I did wear green but I couldn't find my shamrock with the Star of David set in it -- pity, since the Fast of Esther starts today, and Purim and St. Patrick's Day are both holidays that traditionally involve much cheer and imbibing. The woods behind my neighborhood are currently blooming with crocuses, daffodils, and forsythia, and it's supposed to be 75 degrees on Friday.

We figured we'd put on the Celtic Thunder concert on PBS in the evening, but we missed the beginning of it on one station because certain members of the family were distracted by NCAA basketball and told me the wrong time. So -- since I cannot deal with weeks on end of the NCAA tournament, especially at the beginning when UConn can beat Bucknell by 30 points -- we put on A Mighty Wind, which we got in the mood for while talking about folk music on PBS. How did I never realize that Sue Sylvester is the ex-porn star in the New Main Street Singers? And how come Mitch and Mickey make me all misty-eyed now when they never did before, since I was too busy laughing at Ed Begley, Jr.'s atrocious Yiddish?

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