Saturday, September 12, 2020

"I Am Fifteen..."

Can you believe it?

I can and can't at the same time.

I've managed to make this infinitesimal corner of the universe last another year.

I'm amazed I've had a 'blog for as long as I have. Prudence suggested a long time ago to place it along side the myriad of other defunct 'blogs. I'm just not ready to do that. It is still a "small, quiet voice" and I'm fine with that. These posts have been a reflection of my personality. And while there have been any number of subjects upon which to put fingers to keyboard, I still keep my powder dry until I'm ready to use it.

I don't think that's such a bad thing. Twain's admonition is something that current discourse needs right now. The motto of the Society of Jesus helps keep my eye on the prize. I do want to use this for good.

Looking back on prior posts reflecting this remembrance, I noted I kept making the same promise to be more active. I'm not going to say that this time. When I post, whether something old or new, it will be on my terms, as it has been for quite a while now. I don't 'blog to live.

And so this very part-time hobby will go on.

"...Going on sixteen?" Only with the grace of God.

The welcome mat is still out.

Do drop by on occasion. 

Friday, September 11, 2020



Not even COVID-19 can deter the country from remembering this day. The ceremonies will be wanting only for lack of crowds. The solemn and sober nature of this day gives all of us a rallying point amidst the isolation.

This is, of course, the 19th. anniversary of the coordinated assault of terror upon the United States. Four commercial airliners, hijacked shortly after their respective take-offs were used to strike fear into the heart of our country. Two hit their mark by demolishing the "Twin Towers" in New York, NY. A third found its way to the Pentagon in Washington, DC. The fourth never made its intended target, as the terrorists were thwarted by the passengers on board and crashed into a field near Shanksville, PA.

2,996 lives lost. A emotional scar permanently remaining with those who lost loved one, acted to save others, or directly witnessed the events. The psyche of a nation shaken to it core. What started as an unremarkable Tuesday morning suddenly became one of the most horrific dates in history.

Even to this day, we still wonder what to think of it. It is a moment in time when evil decided to discard its disguise and allowed its ugly face to been seen. It is a moment when it decided it wanted to be brazen, brash, and bold in its self-centered persona. It made no pretense in taking the stage front and center and declaring, "See what I can do! Live with it!"

Yes, we do live with it. Unfortunately. A spiritual war existing before time uses our material world here and now to reek havoc. And while we Christians know how the story ends, we still have to play our part in overcoming it in our own lives as well as outside our selves. The battles and skirmishes seem to never end. Yet, with the grace of  God, we persevere. There are time we win, which sustain us for the next wave. We take comfort and hope from those small victories.

The 'blogosphere will have other posts more eloquently describing what this day means. Go find them. Ponder their words in your heart and soul.

Light a candle to remember those who befell this tragedy. It will be that same light that will dispel the darkness. It will also help you see when evil decides to step out of its shadow again.

Never Forget.

Tuesday, September 01, 2020

September 2020 Morning Offering Prayer Intention

 Here is the intention for this month when reciting the Morning Offering:

Respect for the Planet’s Resources. We pray that the planet’s resources will not be plundered, but shared in a just and respectful manner.
A reflection for this intention is found here.