"I'm a student of pubs. Maybe it's
because my dad owned one. Maybe it's because they smell so good,
especially that front-door bouquet of stale beer, hamburger,
air-conditioning, and disinfectant. The flavor profile at my dad's place
included the unmistakable overlay of nicotine, but even without that,
the pub smell is a sensory experience beloved by the truly cultured.
"Many pubs display framed Irish blessings. 'May the road rise to meet
you, may the wind be always at your back' - that kind of thing. Here's a
good one: 'May those who love us, love us. For those who don't love us,
may God turn their hearts. And if He doesn't turn their hearts, may He
turn their ankles, so we will know them by their limping.'
"The best pub toast ends thusly: 'May you be in heaven a half hour before the devil knows you're dead.'
"We talk a lot about the devil, even if we don't usually think much
about what the word means. Sometimes we use it as a kind of synonym for
temptation, or a catch-all excuse for our own bad behavior. 'The devil
made me do it the first time,' sang the outlaw Waylon Jennings. 'The
second time I done it on my own.'"
In a recent commentary, writer Matthew Hennessey reflected on the efforts of the devil and combating his efforts through recitation of the Prayer to St. Michael the Archangel.
To access Mr. Hennessey's complete essay, please visit:
First Things: St. Michael, Pray for Us | Matthew Hennessey (6 SEP 18)
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