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Tuesday January 29th 2019Tim Candler9


    Beginning to suspect that when he was cast upon the shores of the earthly plain your Devil's Advocate for the Medieval Christian Church might not have been granted the blessings of tolerance. Never liked the name David, nor am I a fan of the David of David and Goliath. Oh sure he could use a sling, not an easy skill to learn, takes a particularly impressive set of coordinations. My friend Okanya had mastered them, he could have popped off a giant at 100 paces, but I kept wrapping the sling around my head causing the projectile to pursue a series of random, friendly fire potential directions, something Okanya found humorous. It's true as you get older memories rather jumble up, but I strongly suspect the reason I've no faith in the David of David and Goliath could well have something to do with the number of people named David, who for one reason or another have to do a little better than become king in order to raise my expectations of their capacity to reach much above odious. It's a painful admission, and not something one really looks for in a Devil's Advocate and yet I'm a big admirer of Saint David of Wales so long as I can think of him as Dewi Sant, which is how the Welsh Language refers to him.  And in the end it's just absurd to even begin to permit an English language translation of an otherwise very respectable name deny Dewi Sant the qualities of wonder a genuine Medieval Saint invariably produces. At the same time, your Devil's Advocate for the Medieval Christian Church just has to come out and admit he's having what you might call a "titanic struggle" with the Medieval Saint Donald of Ogilvy. It's a remarkable and in some ways strangely beautiful story, maybe another time.



    With respect to Dewi Saint, he is firmly in the Medieval Period, even if he wasn't recognized by Rome for over 600 years, but what do you expect, by the 1100's the sneaky Norman Kings of England were plotting the down fall of an Independent Wales. No one really knows when Dewi was born, which is a very good sign for a Medieval Saint. He died on Tuesday March 1st 589, cynics might reckon on a bit of suspicion around such accuracy in dating, but records do suggest he died on a Tuesday in the springtime. He was a short man, one of his many capacities was his ability to raise a hill so that people could see him above the multitude when he was dwelling publicly on the word of God. He was, and this is very unexpected from a Medieval person, a vegetarian, which some have argued is why Doves were drawn to him and would often gather around him when he waxed profound on the subject of "walking the path our fathers have trod before us." During Dewi Sant's time on earth memory of the Roman presence was still fresh, the initial assault on the former Roman territory by unvanquished northern Celtic peoples of the Island had been repelled, leading to a period of peace and plenty, and some Britons had already reverted to considering more Roman behaviors such as indoor plumbing, bathing and more than likely washing up the dishes. Nor was Dewi Sant totally immune to offering guidance to soldiers going into battle, particularly if they were going into battle against Saxons. As a vegetarian his civilizing advice to the Welsh soldiers was to put a Leek in their helmets. The Saxons, who lacked elegance and had the more Germanic sense of humor, didn't know what hit them, a huge victory was won by Wales, and to this day anyone worth their salt always enthusiastically consumes every little bit of their Leek, not even the fragrance of that fine vegetable should be left on the plate.

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