Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
— — Kipling
And yes it’s a true story. Keep the Faith.
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My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
Gerard Van der Leun
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Perfect.
It is so easy to get overwhelmed by the decline, the rot, and the evil that surrounds us in this age and time. It’s often hard to remember that the Good that we can accomplish is done in the small things that are close at hand.
JWM
I immediately thought that we would be so much better off today had they shot Ted Kennedy too.
That was funny and true. Ted was as worthless as tits on a boar. Unfortunately, some other equally worthless sod would have taken his place.
“I have not yet begun to fight!”
John Paul Jones, September 23, 1779.
“The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.”
Don’t just stand there, do your bit. Even if it’s just loading watermelons.
Yesterday, I went to the local drugstore to pick up my wife’s medication. It was near to closing time and the line was loooooong. While waiting, I struck up a conversation with the younger man behind me. He said he was picking up multiple prescriptions for his wife, whose kidneys failed after taking a Covid jab. She was hospitalized at length and nearly died, and now required high doses of prednisone, among other things. She was forced to quit her job and was basically bedfast. He said, “She’s never getting better.” I shushed him and said, “Don’t say that! She is going to get better.” I asked for her name, and after he gave it to me, I told him my wife and I would pray for her healing. He was visibly moved and expressed his gratitude. By that time, it was my turn at the pharmacy counter, and I engaged with the young, obviously frazzled woman who was dispensing the medicine and handling the register. I looked at her and said, “Thank you for being so patient and helpful, even though I can see it’s been a rough day.” She started crying and said she would never forget my small gesture. I turned and went home. It occurred to me that it often doesn’t take much to make somebody else’s day. I resolved to do more of that as often as the opportunity presents itself, and in today’s world, I suspect that will be quite often.