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Quantum 04 | The Wee Flea Podcast

August 11, 2018

|1| Boris and the Burka.

|2| Sarah Champion.

|3| Germaine Greer.

|4| Australian Drought.

|5| Chinese Church.

|6| Bill Hybels.

|7| Lawrence Krauss.

|8| Augustine.


LINKS:

Boris and the Burka

BBC Radio 4  |  PM - Tue 7 Aug 2018
Order-Order.com  |  Ken Clarke: Burka is a "Peculiar Costume", "A kind of bag."
Order-Order.com  |  Emily Thornberry - I wouldn't let a woman in a burka look after my child
ArchbishopCranmer.com  |  No, Ruth Davidson: the burqa is a world away from a crucifix


Sarah Champion

The Spectator  |  Brendan O'Neil:  Why won’t the left speak up for Sarah Champion?


Germaine Greer

 BBC Radio 4  |  Any Questions - Fri 3 Aug 2018


Australian Drought

BBC Radio 4  |  PM - Wed 8 Aug 2018 


Chinese Church

Associated Press |  For God or Party? - Christian heartland opens window into fight for China’s soul


Bill Hybels

The New York Times  | He’s a Superstar Pastor. She Worked for Him and Says He Groped Her Repeatedly.

The New York Times  |  Willow Creek Church’s Top Leadership Resigns Over Allegations Against Bill Hybels


Lawrence Krauss

Arizona Republic  |  Renowned ASU professor Lawrence Krauss ousted from post after sex misconduct claims

Sciencemag.org  |  University finds prominent astrophysicist Lawrence Krauss grabbed a woman’s breast


Quote of the Week…

"What to I love when I love my God? Not physical beauty, fading charm, splendour of earthly light (so precious to our eyes), fair melodies of harmony and song, odours of flowers, incense, spices, manna or honey, a body we can embrace with physical delight. It is these things I love when I love my God. Yet, when I love him, I love a certain sort of light, and a voice, incense, food, embrace; but they are of the sort I love deep in my inner being, where my soul is steeped in a light no place can contain – listen to a voice that never fades away with time – breathes an incense no gust of wind can carry away – tastes a food that never runs out through being eaten – clutches an embrace that doesn't dissolve through desires fulfillment. That is what I love when I love my God.

But what is my God? I asked this question to the earth. It answered "I am not God". Everything on earth said the same. I asked the sea, the abysses of the deep, and the life-forms that creep in them, but they replied, "we are not your God. See what is above us". I spoke to the blowing wind; but the entire atmosphere and all that lives in it replied, "I am not God". Then I asked sky, sun, moon, stars; but they told me, "we are not the God you seek". I spoke to everything around me, all that my senses revealed to me, and I said, "seeing that you are not my God, tell me about him. Tell me something of my God!" In a loud clear voice they replied "God is the one who made us". I put these questions simply by looking on these things, and their beauty was the only answer they gave.

Augustine - Confessions – Ch. 10