New novel: Hadar’s Son

­Hadar’s Son

­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.

Isaiah 5:29-24: Then and Now

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.

How Do You Kill 11 Million Jews: Book Review Continued

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.

How Do You Kill Eleven Million People: A Book Review

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….

The Little Lady Bug

She was the smallest one of all
It seemed Josie looked up at everyone
Her sisters and brothers and Mommy.
And way up at Daddy, way, way up.

The thing she most loved to do was build.  
With legos, stix, blocks of all sizes 
Even Lawrence's mini-legos-- once.
Because she was sooo little
Josie tried to build very high towers, 
As she stood on wobbly chairs 
Until she toppled over one time.  

She was tired of being small.
Even her bunny was growing faster than she.

Once she built a wooden block tower 
With grandpa's help, but Mommy called
And they both left to have a snack.

When she came back, she yelled,
“Lawrence you pushed my building over!”
He yelled back, “Not me!”

She cried and Mommy scolded Lawrence
But when she finally stopped crying, Grandpa helped her again.
This time it was twice as tall and steady too.
“Don't dare touch it!” she yelled.
But no one heard her. They'd all gone outside.
She and grandpa went out to join them.
No one would ruin it now.  No one was there, especially not her brother.

“Oh no!  No, no no! Not again!”
She screamed, when she came in and saw the crumpled building.

A Lady Bug landed on her wrist
Looked up at her,  took a breath and blew.
The scattered blocks flew everywhere.
That tiny bug did it.  

Her angel whispered, 
“Now you’ve found someone smaller than you!”

Name Your Angel Childrens' Books	

The Itsy Bitsy Elephant

Gemma loved doing somersaults
She never seemed to tire
 No one ever beat her

She did them everywhere
In the living room
The bedroom and kitchen
And the best place, the backyard 

One day she asked
“Can I go outside to play?”
“If you stay where Miss Shirley can watch you.  
But not too many somersaults!”

She tried but failed
And did tooooo many.
Then laid on her back
And closed her eyes to rest.

Suddenly something bounced off her stomach
She blinked and saw it__ 
An itsy bitsy elephant
White with gold sparkles

Doing somersaults
A hundred thousand times
And standing on it's tail.  
Then on it's trunk, it gave a powerful thrust
And flew out of sight!

The itsy, bitsy elephant had beaten her.

Her angel whispered in her ear,
“The elephant escaped from Miss Shirley's collection.”    
Gemma answered, “It always was my favorite.”

Name Your Angel Children’s Books

The Yellow Bird

      
     
        Gianna loved to sing and swing
	So every day after lunch
	She said to mom
	“I'm going out to play.”

	Her sisters wouldn't join her.
	They'd rather watch Peppa Pig
	On u-tube.

	She wished they'd come
	Yet it was good to be alone
	--Sometimes-- but not always.

	Today she wanted company
	But went out by herself 
	Feeling just a little sad.

	She ran across the yard
	Almost flying 
	As if carried by the wind
	And landed on the swing
	
	'Gigi' propelled herself so high 
	The sky almost came to meet her.
	
	She sang a song she made up
	About a little yellow bird.
	As she sang, the tiniest bird
	Circled 'round her

	She kept singing and swinging
	And the bird flew round and round
	And never left

	And every time after that
	When she went out to play alone 
	She had a friend
        Who loved to sing and swing and fly
	
	Reminding her of the angel
	Mommy said would always
	Keep her company.
					11/10/16 	Name Your Angel Children's Books

  

Name your Angel

From the archives of my unpublished writings this is the one and only series of picture books for young children. Three poems from this series will follow shortly.

NAME YOUR ANGEL CHILDREN’S BOOKS

One day many years ago I read somewhere that if you think, without hesitation and ask; “What is your name, Guardian Angel? And it just comes out of thin air; that is indeed your angel’s name. When I asked the question, not dwelling on any names or really trying to hear the name at all, the name came to me. “Rudolph”.

I asked, “What?”

“Rudolph!” I heard it again.

When Jesus visited the earth He was preaching to the people and said, “See that you despise not one of these little ones; for I tell you that in heaven their angels always behold the face of my Father who is in heaven.” Matthew 18:10.

Now you might ask,”If the angels are always there before God, how can each guardian angel be here on earth guarding their given child?”

We can try to reason this out with our human understanding and perhaps some theologians have come up with an answer; however, in answer to this question we can ask a question: How can we understand the mind of God?

We are all children of God. These stories are meant for children of all ages. In the stories I accept that my grandchildren have their angel with them, as well as, with God in heaven. Angels are spirit and not often visible; yet they are real beings.

Young children have a wonderful gift of imagination and love unbelievable things can happen. We should ponder a quote from G.K. Chesterton: ‘Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly’. Be lighthearted in reading these stories to little ones so you may fly with them.

Next up Poem: The Yellow Bird

Another Springtime

The full bloom of a lone dogwood keeps me company this spring morning. If I could retain it in its present form, I would. But then perhaps would the treasure fade? So better it should lose its petals only to return another spring.

As the Son of God was stripped of life one springtime long ago, He shall indeed return to bloom forever in another. And would that we be there and keep Him company in that unending season.

You may want to check out my post from May 17, 2020: Ascension of Jesus

Billions – Millions – Trillions

We’ve been hearing a lot about trillions of dollars being distributed by our government to a great number of people, places, and things,, some of which seem removed from our lives but deemed worthy by? whom. I googled “How many billions is a trillion?” and received an interesting answer on a www. prepscholar.com. Since my blogging has been vacant for some weeks now, due to a blank space in that part of my brain, I will share what i found with you here.

I million is 1000’s 1000 or 1,000,000. If 1 million pennies was stacked up on your desk or anywhere else, it would be 1 mile high. If given to each United States resident or citizen (which is not specified by the site), each would receive i/2 of one cent.

1 billion is 1000 million or 1,000,000,000. The stack would be 870 miles high and each person would get $3.33

! trillion is 1000 billion or 1,000.000.000.000. The stack would be 870,000 miles high and each person would get $3000.

This may be trivia but far from trivial. It is interesting that this particular website/ blog was a site for information on the college admission exams; ACT, SAT, etc. Perhaps they anticipate a sharp rise in education costs. I imagine the printing presses are in full swing in our treasury department. It is miraculous a country in huge debt can just print and spend so generously!!!