There is nothing like an autumn morning Stirring hearts to lofty heights When heretofore the laze of summer Extolled the virtues borne of rest Beaches, sun, expanse of seas Lying down on sand and grass Restoring mind and soul and body Precursor for the time of waking Icy mornings, falling leaves Recalling other autumn rousings Seasons of return to learning Holidays and gatherings Speaking of the wonders 'round us Striking color, yet approaching Starkness, bare with bark unclothed Still, there is nothing like an autumn morning Stirring hearts to lofty heights.
Picture Jesus and His Apostles, Peter, James John and Andrew, sitting on the Mount of Olives the first of several hills well known to Him. They must have been at an elevation high enough to view the Temple Mount. The Great Temple faced the east and sat in the center of a platform about 40 feet long, nearly 11 feet high on walls 12 feet thick. According to the the Gospel of Mark it was two days before Passover (Holy Thursday) and the Tuesday after Jesus entry into Jerusalem on Palm Sunday.
Jesus was teaching His Apostles in preparation for what was to come both in the near and the distant future. Here in Jesus teaching we also find words for our present time and guidance in answer to the question ‘What can we do?’
But concerning the day or that hour no one knows, not even the angels, nor the Son, but only the Father..,It is like a man going on a journey; when he leaves his servants in charge each with his own work… you do not know when the master of the house will return … and what I say to you I say to all: Stay Awake. Mark 13: 32-36 ESV
We each have our own work and must do what we can and are called to do as we pray and stay awake until His return.
‘”I fear all we have done is to waken a sleeping giant and fill him with terrible resolve.”
You may or may not be familiar with this quote. No one knows for certain who said it or when, but it has been handed down to us that it came from the diary of Isorohu Yamamoto when he conceived the plan to attack the US forces in Hawaii which took place on December 7, 1942. The United States was the ‘sleeping giant‘ the quote refers to. The attack by the Japanese on Pearl Harbor accomplished what the Prime Minister of Great Britain,Winston Churchill. could not. The US retaliated with amazing speed and six months after Pearl Harbor dealt a blow to the Japanese forces at the Battle of Midway.
What does this have to do with us today? Although an attack on the actual soil of the USA in North America is being waged, no planes of foreign enemies are bombing, no armies or ships are seen encroaching on our border and shores. The attack is not so much physical warfare as war on our traditions and culture, our moral values. It is a spiritual battle in our very midst. We in this great land of the free have been sleeping just as when we ignored the atrocities taking place worldwide in WW11.
Have we learned anything at all from what happened as the prophesy purported to be from Yamamoto proved correct? Is it possible to win over the forces that threaten our freedom, kill our children through abortion, indoctrinate through our schools and media, etc. Will the USA of today rally to take back the country founded on the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, One Nation Under God.
We are a divided nation and presently there are nefarious dividers from within. But must we be brought to the point of defeat before we waken? Perhaps when the opposing forces push us too far, increase taxes too much, cripple our economy to the breaking point, take away our right to property and to protect ourselves, pass laws to eliminate unwanted children and the elderly, etc etc, we will awaken to reality we do not wish to see.
What can we do?
Dearest Jesus, you have given me this precious gift to express your inspirations through words. Guide me today and every day to hear your voice and know it is meant for me to create with you stories, comment, and free verse to lift up the reader, whether one or two, or two-hundred or more in number.
Remove all traces of my own ego and of the evil that exists to thwart my efforts in this ‘little way’ of mine. I humbly ask the intercession of the Blessed Mother, my patron saints: St. Jude Thadeus, St. Francis De Sales, St .Thomas More, St Paulinus of Nola, St Teresa The Little Flower , St. John Paul the Great, and St Anthony of Padua: my friend, Servant of God Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen, my guardian angel I’ve named Rudolph, and others in the heavenly realm. Thank you for every gift and your presence as I write. Amen
(You might enjoy reading posts from May 24, 2020 and May 25, 2920 in order to appreciate this post!)
About a week ago as I was sitting at my computer, I heard a series of noises different from any I had ever heard. It sounded something like a tapping, a distinct and solid pecking. The sound was a series of these, a pause and another round. My curiosity aroused I followed my ears toward the entrance of my home. What I found amazed, delighted, and puzzled me.
There, framed behind the two by eight foot window next to the front door was a strange creature who immediately called to mind another incident that took place more than twenty years before. This creature differed from his predecessor in his prowess, sleekness, size and, I thought, age. The most magnificent wild turkey was pecking on the glass as if a favored guest knocking on my door.
He seemed ancient and regal with a grayish look, smooth, glistening feathers covering his body. Quite the opposite of that rakish and bedraggled fellow who took up several months residence with us decades earlier. We endeavored to evict that determined turkey with no success and finally threw up our hand and named him ‘Tom Cruise’. His leaving was like that of the movie hero ET.
My mind ran wild : Could it be him returning to visit? How many years do wild turkeys live? How long would he stay_______forever? And remembering the trials with Tom Cruise I clapped my hands and yelled, “Shoo!” He looked at me through the glass and turned sauntering away. And I thought, “That was easy!”
But to tell the truth the vision excited me and made me think perhaps it was a small miracle and our first Tom was resurrected to make me see another side of reality which is the forever we all seek.
Is our weather unpredictable? Sunny one minute and black the next. Chicken Little, is the sky going to fall today? Will the oceans rise & cover bathers on the beaches of the world? It seems the world organizations think so as they have named ‘climate change’ the greatest threat to mankind. I say the greatest threat to mankind is the fear of doomsday that is creeping up on the world.
How many young people, and children believe there is little hope for the planet? And if the youth think that way it may come to be true. Do we remember the great hope of our younger days. We thought anything was possible. Not everyone, but the majority were excited about the future and their part in it.
Wake up and smell the coffee. We are not in control of the sunrise, the orbit of the earth, etc, etc. We can have some impact on our environment cleaning up the air and water. Using all of our natural resources including coal, oil, wind sun and water wisely. And also the greatest resource, the human mind. If we look deeply into the gifts available, there is reason to hope. But we cannot be controlled by fear. The following Bible verse puts things in perspective.
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end. They are renewed every morning, ‘great is your faithfulness’, “The Lord is my portion says my soul. Therefore, I will hope in Him.” Lamentations 3:22
Chapter 1 The Journey
The time of the olive harvest arrived and I awoke at the first light of day and went to fetch water at the well. Lowering the goatskin into the cistern, I recalled the story Abraham told me a week ago when he came from Jerusalem. The old friend of Cousin Jonathan still lived in the Holy City with his father Simon, his wife Marianne and their two sons. He belonged to The Way and often related tales from the life of Yeshua, the Messiah.
Yeshua was known to associate with sinners even the loose woman from Samaria He met at Jacob’s well. As Abraham often repeated, the Messiah looked into the heart and knew the longings of those He met while He walked on the earth. He saw the ambitious, pompous longings of a great many Pharisees and religious leaders. But when He met the Samaritan woman who had lived with five husbands and now a sixth man who was not her husband, Yeshua saw an open heart.
Pulling up the goatskin, I saw my own reflection in the water of the shallow well. A picture flashed in my mind from five years ago when my family and I were baptized by Philip the Evangelist. My siblings were all married now. Only I remained to care for my parents. The eyes looking up at me reflected the strain of being tied to this place. If the Messiah looked into this heart of mine, He would see the yearnings residing there. I wondered if Yeshua would condemn the selfishness in me?
“Matthias, hurry. We have much work to accomplish this day,” Father said interrupting my day dreams.
“Coming, Father,” I said feeling guilty for the desire to leave my parents, especially since they were the kindest people and most deserving of my devotion.
I loved the family who lived here: Aunt Avigail, my grandparents and cousins, and also the family of Matthew of Cana who owned the groves where we worked. They were relatives of Cousin Jonathan’s wife Sarai, whom I never knew because she died before my birth. In spite of the loving family and friends surrounding me, I could not help thinking about what lay beyond this cluster of humble dwellings a few miles from Jerusalem.
A sequel to my first novel: Daybreak. The first draft 60pp to date.
The pathways of the mind amaze me each time I write. It seems akin to an ancient verse about the bird that flies into a room and out of it to describe the life of a person. We know not where it comes from or where it goes to. I refer to this in order to explain the path leading to the writing of this blog this morning.
When you notice a gap in my posting, it is because of lack of inspiration or my failure to be still and willing to follow where it leads. Today it began with the daily Mass readings which led to a prayer to say before writing by St. Francis de Sales found on another blog, Windows of the Soul. While sitting here looking at a blank screen I thought about the news each day that confounds us with the absurdity of it all. The next stone of the path that entered my mind was the verse about good being evil and evil being good. My sometimes friend, Google, found the verses for me.
Nothing I have ever written speaks nearly as poetically, truthfully, and clearly as this Word of our Creator given to the prophets of old. Here I quote some of the passage:
Woe to those who call good evil and evil good, who put darkness for light and light darkness…woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight… who acquit the guilty for a bribe but deny justice for the innocent. Therefore, as tongues of fire lick up straw and as dry grass sinks down in flames, so their roots will decay and their flowers blow away like dust, for they have rejected the law of the LORD Almighty and spurned the word of the Holy One of Israel.
One passage in this book illustrates what happened with the German population, those who stood by during the attempted genocide of the Jewish residents of that country. When the trains filled with Jews were forcibly being transported to Nazi run concentration camps, there was a Christian church near one train track. As the cars filled with Jews passed by, the congregation sang louder and louder to block out the reality of what was happening, to erase the truth.
The author relates what is occurring today here in this country. Is the direction we are travelling being ignored and the ‘big lie’ of our time winning through fear of retribution against those speaking the truth? Are we singing louder as that train continues down the track?
Andy Andrews asks a question: Why do the ages of our world’s greatest civilizations average around two-hundred years?
Why do these civilizations follow the same identifiable sequence___from bondage to spiritual faith, from spiritual faith to courage, from courage to liberty, from liberty to abundance, from abundance to complacency, from complacency to apathy, from apathy to dependence, from dependence back into bondage?
We have the answer to reverse the sequence___the One who said: I am the truth; and the truth will set you free.
A dear cousin of mine recently gave me the name of a book by an author unfamiliar to me. The book, The Heart Mender by Andy Andrews, intrigued me because she said it was probably the best book she had ever read. When I checked with my local library they had an audio version of that book and one other print book by him: How Do You Kill 11 million People. I picked up both and easily read the latter eighty page book, reread it and read certain parts that beckoned me.
As you may have guessed it was about the 11 million Jews killed at the direction of Adolf Hitler. However, the author goes on to say it could be written about a number of other genocides such as the Armenian, etc. I urge you to obtain the book and read it for yourself. This review only touches on the content and the answer to that question and its message for you and me today and the future of our country and the world.
The short answer to the title’s question is found in Hitler’s autobiography Mein Kampf: The great masses of people will more easily fall victim to a big lie than a small one.
It is interesting that the book was widely read by the majority of German people and they supported the Fuhrer and his economic agenda anyhow. He spoke of change, great advances for the German people, prosperity. He geared his passionate speeches to whatever audience he was speaking to: farmers, businessmen, factory workers, etc.
But the biggest lie he told was to the Jewish population that he would transport them to a wonderful place where everything would be better for them. Unfortunately, they believed him at first and without force or show of arms by the guards, the Jews boarded the trains. Later a few armed men who did not hesitate to kill those who objected controlled the unarmed, fearful thousands or more Jews boarding death trains. They found the truth too late. And so many Germans ignored the truth of what was plainly happening before their eyes. The few were able to dominate the great numbers of Jews and Germans alike because of fear.
To be Continued….