About the March for Life

Since 1973 when Roe V. Wade legalized abortion in the United States, pro-lifers gathered in Washington DC to protest that Supreme Court Decision close to its anniversary of January 22. It was during the term of Pres. H.W.Bush I first attended the Right to Life March in our nation’s capital in 1989. With one or two exceptions due to weather or illness I marched every year up to and including 2009 a few days after President Obama’s fist term began. After that I watched the March on EWTN (Eternal Word Television Network), throughout the day.

Each time the day arrived and I was unable to March in DC I felt extremely disappointed. I missed getting up by 4:30 am, packing a few snacks and driving ten or so miles to board a bus. We made one quick stop on the way, prayed the Rosary together, had a sandwich and soda included in the price of the trip before reaching our destination shortly before noon. Some people slept a while during the trip. Most of us talked. Everyone felt a calling to be there either from a life experience or circumstance or like myself an overwhelming realization this evil is as bad as it gets and needs to be recognized for what it is and made right again.

Over the years a major change occurred in the composition of the crowd and a most significant one at that: the overwhelming number of young people. I certainly noted the change from 1989 to 2009 and in watching EWTN after that. One thing remained pretty much the same and that was the extremely scant coverage by the mainstream media except for the 2020 March. It was the first time ever in all the 47 years the President of the United States spoke from the stage in person. The media coverage ensued and the size of the crowd revealed itself visually.

This year although a small segment of the number of supporters marched, the inspiring event lent an even greater impact at least on me. More somber, even more prayerful and I would say more determined considering the turn of events due to January 6th and the rescinding of laws put in place by President Trump. The pro-life movement in my opinion will eventually be the most unifying force as the numbers continually increase and truth shows itself in the sweet face of the child and the endearing face of our elderly.

Smoke And Mirrors: Continued

The phrase smoke and mirrors refers to a particular method of magic first used in 1770 by the magician, Georg Schropter who claimed he conjured up spirits. It is an illusion brought about by a “projector, the beam of which reflects off a mirror into a smoke which in turn scatters the beam to create an image”. In other words the audience sees an image floating in mid-air. The smoke draws attention away from what is really happening

That brings us to the unbelievable event of January 6th 2021. Why was the Congress convened? It was the meeting of the electoral college to confirm the electors, as well as, hear objections to their confirmation. Much preparation by numerous members of congress, lawyers, and citizens to object and call for an examination of various documents of evidence indicating that an investigation of fraud had occurred in the November presidential election. As everyone knows the proceedings began as usual but were interrupted by a number of bad actors.

There are numerous unanswered questions as to who instigated this both farcical and horrific invasion. Horrific, because people died by violent acts; farcical because the whole affair was marked by ineptitude and unexplained takeover of a top security building by a few armed, and let’s face it, unusual characters who were allowed to lounge around in the chamber of our Congress. The videos showed a number of normal looking people being ushered in through a flimsy barricade by basically one welcoming policeman directing them as they calmly walked toward the main entrance. There was lots of smoke and crazies climbing up the walls unhindered. Uncharacteristic of the million or so outside and totally packing the area.

The real story that day lay with those outside and some of those inside, who came to challenge the electors. However, conveniently, they were ignored, as were the projector and the mirror, hidden by the disruption and sadly the violence. Shortly after our congressmen returned, the Speaker carried out her mission and the majority of the original objectors declined to speak. The few that did are now being banned by the mainstream media. The peaceful protesters were herded away.

The illusion using smoke and mirrors successfully portrayed as an insurrection incited by a leader who told the main crowd to peacefully march up to the Capitol. This is just the illusion needed to totally remove the freedom of speech, at least from the mainstream media.

Our wonderful country is divided now. Let’s wait and see if the next four years brings us together, when the smoke clears and truth is revealed!

Smoke and Mirrors

There is something about the truth that cannot remain locked in a person’s heart; it needs to see ‘the light of day’. I suppose this is how I see it because of where I grew up and live my life. It has to do with the freedoms ingrained in us, citizens of the USA; for instance the freedom to speak the truth and deny the untruths. Therefore, in order to maintain my own peace of soul, knowing not everyone will agree, I see a great injustice has come to pass. It is simple yet complicated. It is about hundreds of thousands of people ignored because of a couple of hundred who completely took away their right to speak their truth this January 6th. They represented the millions in this country who believe the sanctity of our election was violated.

If you look closely at the footage of the protest, not the ones on the steps and inside the Capitol, you will see the vast numbers attending were families and all ages, not really mostly over fifty as one reporter remarked. They were orderly but enthusiastic. They held signs stating something had been stolen from them. They chanted USA, still cherished by at least half the country. They are the patriots who came because they love our constitution, our rights, our ideals. Many prayed and sang as they waited to march to the Capitol. They had a leader and with him they were called the angry mob. That expression in reality also identifies all (including myself) who agree with those who came that day to peacefully protest, who were completely hidden by the smoke and mirrors, the mayhem, committed by the few still mostly unidentified mobsters.

Perhaps you think differently and are as passionate about what is in your heart. Instead of burying these ideas should we instead express our view without anger and listen to one another seeking truth. As for me I have more to say and God willing plan to continue in my next post.

The injustice was that we the people were once again ignored by the smoke and mirrors that took place.

What’s in a Name?

The name Jesus means God saves in Hebrew. It was given to His Mother by the angel Gabriel at the annunciation. There are also many names identifying Jesus, including one from the Canticle of Zechariah. Mary was already three months pregnant when she visited him and his wife to help her cousin during the birth of John the Baptist. After the child was born Zechariah prophesied about his son: “And you, child, will be called prophet of the most high, for you will go before the Lord to prepare his ways, to give his people knowledge of salvation through the forgiveness of sins, because of the tender mercy of our God by which the daybreak from on high will visit us.” Luke 1:76-78

This designation for the son of God, Daybreak from on High, became the name of the novel that grew out of it like the shoot of Jesse finally arrived in the world as promised by Our Father in heaven. This came about by His tender mercy and that is the reality I hoped to convey in this work of fiction.

The Feast of Lights

Returning home from our Thanksgiving dinner with family some miles away, we noticed a number of homes arrayed with Christmas lights. It reminded me of my childhood when returning from my grandparents during the holiday season, my siblings and I sat staring out the car windows at the array of lights trimming the majority of houses along our route.

Have you wondered where this custom came from? Of course we know Jesus was born to be ‘a light to the world’. We know He was born in the town of Bethlehem in Israel that happened to lie a few miles south of Jerusalem where high on the platform of the Second Temple Jews were celebrating the Feast of Lights on the 25th of the month of Kislev which corresponds to our December 25th, Christmas. The following passage from my novel describes the history of the Feast of Lights/ Hanukkah.

Excerpt from: Daybreak From On High

With the feast of Tabernacles past, the crowds in the Temple dwindled. In a couple of weeks, another festival was to arrive, the Feast of Lights, also known as the Feast of Dedication. It was celebrated on the 25th of Kislev. In my studies I learned on this date more than one-hundred and sixty years ago the re-dedication of the Temple occurred.

Forty years before, Israel was a state of the Seleucid Empire ruled by the King of Syria. It was a Greek State, and they worshiped Greek Gods, the highest of whom was Zeus. The king at that time allowed the Hebrews to practice their Jewish faith. When a new king, Antiochus IV, took the throne, he wanted everyone to be Greek and worship Greek gods. He called himself Antiochus Epiphanes meaning Antiochus the visible god.

The brother of the High Priest bribed Antiochus to appoint him High Priest, and killed his brother to avoid opposition. Three years later another man gave Antiochus a higher bribe and then he became High Priest. Sadly some of the bribes came from stolen gold objects used in the Temple.

Antiochus brazenly put up a statue of Zeus on the 25th of Kislev. To rid himself of the Jews he burned some of their homes and slaughtered many of them. Matthias, a Jew named like my father, began a rebellion which finally succeeded under the leadership of his son, Judas Maccabee. Judas and his men lived in caves during those years.

On the 25th of Kislev three years later, they tore down the statue of Zeus and cleansed the Temple. The men worked eight days and nights restoring the Temple to purity even though there was only enough oil for one night at most; miraculously the oil lasted for eight. For that reason pilgrims processed each year through Jerusalem holding lighted torches. In the Court in front of the Temple, eight impressive torches on lampposts were lit, making it one of the most beautiful festivals.

NOTE: Some two-thousand years since the birth of Jesus millions of Christmas lights dispel the ‘dark winter’ of 2020 in our country and in the world.

This Present Darkness

Some months ago on waking in the middle of the night, I recalled a dream of being blind: total darkness, as if my eyes did not exist, nothing just the blackness. Opening my eyes, realizing it was not real, the fear remained with me like a little child afraid of the dark.

Is it coincidence that the ‘perhaps in-coming president’ used the phrase “the darkest winter” and “the dark winter” repeatedly referring to the corona pandemic. In fact the campaign revolved around this virus as if it has the power to destroy all light including the sun and moon and stars. Is this meant to instill fear, despair, and helplessness in us poor peasants?

Wherein lies the answer to this present darkness? Let us turn to St. Paul while during his imprisonment he wrote to the Ephesians: 6:11-12 “Put on the armor of God so that you may be able to stand firm against the tactics of the devil. For our struggle is not with flesh and blood, but with the principalities, with the powers, with the world rulers of this present darkness, with the evil spirits in the heavens.” St.Paul calls for action in Ephesians: 6:14 “With all prayer and supplication, pray at every opportunity in the spirit.” This call to pray is expanded in his letter to the Philippians: 4:4-9.

The corona virus did not create the sun and moon and stars. Nor did it create us who have been given the light of Christ Jesus. who said to Peter and you and me:”Do not be afraid.” Pray little children and do not fear the dark.

The next post will be on The Festival of Lights.

And a little child shall lead them. Isaiah 11:6

Many years ago when our fist grandson was barely three years old, he and I walked to the library just a couple of blocks away from his house. The crisp air, bright sunshine and blue sky perfectly fit the joy of walking with this dear child. Holloween decorations ranged from pumpkins and smiling Casper-like ghosts to ugly monsters and black shrouded witches, the usual scary dark trappings of the day soon to arrive. Little Matt was not the typical three year old and the makings of a philosopher were already implanted in his soul. This was evident to all those around him.

As I remember there were several teenagers dressed in black and smoking and spewing a few swear words. It was typical for that time; sadly oblivious of the hazards of nicotine or defying the norm, which in their all dressing the same, smoking and using bad language they were instead conforming to the group. My companion looked up at me and with a knowing expression said, “They are that way because they don’t know God.”

I could only think of the words of Jesus: “… out of the mouths of babes and nursing sucklings you have perfected praise…”. Matt. 11:6 As this now young man enters a world where many do not know God, I pray he will continue to see the simple truths and light the way for some of them.

“A rose by any other name…”

OOPS!! Fact check by your devoted blogger: Melania did not name the White House Rose Garden after Pope John Paul 11 just added a John Paul 11 rose by that name. I should have empathy for the people responsible for the bogus news that our present First Lady actually had historic cherry trees cut down as well as removing historic roses from past administrations the latest of which was done by Jacqueline Kennedy. Actually fact check tells us that the trees were dug up and were crab apple trees that would be planted elsewhere in the Rose Garden because they had grown to a size giving too much shade for the sun loving roses.

Sorry, I realize we don’t really need any more untruths in internet postings. Will be more careful in the future. I apologize to my Polish friends and be assured of my devotion to our beloved Saint.

Writer Unblocked by Rotund Author & Melania

Perhaps the two or three avid fans of my blog have noticed the absence of posts these past few weeks. Nothing inspired me although much is happening in the world we live in. I sat staring at the blank page day after day. Perhaps this glorious day in the seventies, sunny with low humidity, opened a door to more than one happy moment of creative joy. That is my reason for writing two blogs on this last day of August.

As my husband and I listened to the news this morning, a number of excerpts from last night’s RNC convention were rolling over the air waves of our radio which only has one station that comes in without static. We were eating breakfast as my husband shot back comments to the BBC commentators as they in their calm British way refuted any positive input on the convention. I munched along until I heard the name, Melania, and put some emphasis in my wifely command, “Be quiet!!”

She gave her speech in the White House rose garden. And I admit listening to her lovely voice my mind wondered thinking of what she wore and how I’d look her up on you-tube as I dutifully shushed my mate several times during the comments, one depicting her speech as ‘presidential’ in a reasoned but derogatory way, of course as only the British can. As they finished with the First Lady, I ran to the computer and found the news I sought. No picture of her in the first article about her overseeing the renovation of the White House Rose Garden, but it grabbed my attention none-the-less. Melania added a new rose named for Pope John Paul 11 to commemorate his visit there in the 1970’s. ***

I read on and never did see her on you-tube. I was shocked (and delighted) she blatantly (and beautifully, I thought) combined both politics and religion. Chesterton would love it!

*** Note correction that the rose garden itself was not named after the saint but a rose. This is also mentioned in the next post. ooops!!

G. K. Chesterton: Politics & Religion

If you want to win friends ‘never discuss politics or religion’. This reminds me of a story about G.K. Chesterton. When he was applying to a newspaper in London as a columnist, he was told to write about anything except politics and religion. From what I surmise he did not reply to the employer; however, he said as it turned out he wrote about nothing but politics and religion. And yet he kept his job for many years.

He was a particular genius in that he was able to intelligently discuss such matters with a large dose of humor and his trademark ‘common sense’, as well as, that elusive thing called truth. He, at the same time, endeared himself to a number of atheists of his day along with a particular Catholic priest (said to be his inspiration for the Fr. Brown mystery series) . After a number years he converted to Catholicism and in turn his writings were responsible for the conversion of an unknown number to the Church of Rome.

If you read about him whether you agree with his politics or religion or not, this giant of a man, both in body and soul, cannot fail to steal your heart as he has mine.