It’s an ‘Our Marta’ purse which when backtracked through its etymological past winds its way through the late Latin word bursa which meant ‘purse’ and further back to the Greek word bursa which meant ‘hide’ and ‘leather’. It’s where you get that odd term, ‘bursar’s office’, you know, the place you send your retirement funds to help pay for Pat’s gender studies degree. In the past, The Purging Lutheran would have guessed at what sort of items you could find in any of My Marta’s or My Sweet Rib’s purses. This one is easy. There’s nothing in it because it’s upside down and everything in it fell out.
Proverbs 1:14 “…Throw in your lot with us, We shall all have one purse,”