The One True Faith: 2026

Monday, May 4, 2026

Straight Roads Made Crooked

You haven't heard from me in a while because I've been traveling the Lincoln Highway. Yes, I've been reading Amor Towle's The Lincoln Highway. And loving it. I love Towle's characterization. Each one of his characters were endearing, to me. I wish I knew them. Their adventures were often "hair raising." The morality was interesting and often thought provoking. The plot was simple, but convoluted. It reminded me of the expression, "You can't get there from here."

Keep life simple and true to yourself. Always be kind. That's the way to live, just like the best characters in Lincoln Highway.

Tuesday, April 28, 2026

Redemptive Suffering

Jesus' suffering on the cross is the epitome of redemptive suffering. He willing suffered because He loves us. This came to mind, tonight, as I froze my butt off, watching my granddaughter play softball. The game didn't get over till 8:30 pm. The field's lights were on. It was dark! I was wrapped in a blanket and couldn't stop shivering.

Why did I do it? That's what parents and grandparents do for their loved ones. They suffer out of love. This also is redemptive suffering.

Besides the fact, that even though these girls are sixth graders, I don't see any improvement in their playing, since they played Tee Ball. When they throw; they overthrow. They never catch anything. Their pitchers walk everybody because they can't find the strike zone. OY. See, redemptive suffering.

Sunday, April 26, 2026

Stay Above the Fray

A few days ago I posted the poem I chose for "My Favorite Poem" Event, at the library. It was "How Can I Keep From Singing." Yesterday, President Donald Trump was almost assassinated, again. The war with Iran and Lebanon is still going on. Never mind, the numerous conflicts in Africa and drug wars in Mexico. I'm sure there are more situations I haven't named. Again, "How Can I Keep from Singing," comes back to mind.

I guess I'll resurrect my mantra, "All is passing. Only God abiding."

Ba-BOOM!

Dr. Takashi Nagai was a doctor who studied radiation. Fate placed him in Nagasaki when the atomic bomb was dropped. Being a sincere Catholic convert, his faith perspective saved him from despair and anger. His wife was killed instantly, with her rosary melted intwined in her hand. His children survived but were sick, as he.

The book, The Bells of Nagasaki, takes us threw that fateful day. He was working when a blinding light, change of atmosphere, wind--it's hard to describe, threw everyone here and there. Some people were blown far away--dead. Dr. Nagai was buried under debris and gradually worked his way out. Those that survived tended to the wounded. "The blind leading the blind." They did what they could.

The most interesting part of the story is Dr. Nagai's eulogy. The was thankful for the end of the war. He was thankful for a stop of his country's suicide nationalism. He thanked God for a new chance. He thanked God for taking his wife and friends home.

May we all have his perspective in tragedy.

Thursday, April 23, 2026

Crazy Secrets

I'm spending a small fortune on Glenn Cooper Books. I couldn't find them in my library or the Minuteman Library network, as books. They were available, however on Hoopla.

With a little help from a librarian friend, I connected and read, Library of the Dead by Glenn Cooper. As usual lately, life was put on hold, while I read. At first, I thought I was reading a book of short stories. There seemed to be three stories. It begins in Medieval times, in a Benedictine monastery. The next story is the usual degenerate hero that Glenn Cooper has his readers lusting to meet. This hero is Will, an FBI agent. Lastly, the reader finds herself in Area 51--UFO land.

Once they all meet, it makes sense. As usual, the book is a fast-paced thriller. I think Will is in other books. If so, I'll keep you updated.

Wednesday, April 22, 2026

Accidents

I heard this poem today that made me think of the novel "Hare." The poet, Norman Maccaig ran over a hare. We have all run over a squirrel, skunk, rabbit, etc. One time I hit a bird, rather a bird hit my windshield, and once a dog ran into my car.

This poem, Interruption to a Journey, states simple facts, but relives how I felt. It does this by meter. At least, that what I think. This is a simple experience, probably all of us have experienced. But the way it is written adds depth. We are forced to think about it. Only a poem can do justice to this experience. When we harm a living creature, it shouldn't be a small thing. Accidents change something. It leaves us in a different landscape.

The hare we had run over Bounced about the road On the springing curve Of its spine.

Cornfields breathed in the darkness,
We were going through the darkness and
The breathing cornfields from one
Important place to another.

We broke the hare's neck
And made that place, for a moment,
The most important place there was,
Where a bowstring was cut
And a bow broken forever
That had shot itself through so many
Darknesses and cornfields.

It was left in that landscape.
It left us in another.

Something To Do About Nothing

Everyone has a hobby, be it watching TV, fishing, Facebook, etc.. There is something everyone enjoys doing, even if it's nothing. Well, even nothing is something.

Besides, what some people call nothing is really something to the person perceived to be doing nothing:           to people working--reading is doing nothing
          to some academics--sports are doing nothing
      to some science nerds--liberal arts are nothing
      to laborers--supervisors do nothing
       to hedonists--praying is doing nothing
Well, you get the idea. Doing nothing actually is something to somebody. They are embracing something different from your something.

And that's something.

Secrets in the Cave

Yes, I'm racing through another Glenn Cooper thriller. This one is The Tenth Chamber. It's about a French archeologist who stumbles upon a cave with pre-historic paintings that make Lascaux caves primitive. Well, they both are primitive, but the ones at Ruac are still vibrant in color, movement and variety. The only problem is the town's people. They're really odd--really. That's the problem. The town doesn't want the publicity and there are plenty of reason why they don't.

Luc, the major character has his hands full when too many accidents happen. He gets pulled off the job. His best friend gets killed. Are they all accidents? I don't think so--too coincidental.

Friday, April 17, 2026

Hope During Turmoil

Tomorrow, I'm going to a "My Favorite Poem" event. I tried to find something apos pro to our times. I looked back to the sixty's era. People were angry with their government, a war was going on, and many protest songs were popular. I settled on an anthem of sorts because it mentions the craziness of that time but also offers hope. We sing it in church, called "Always Rejoicing." The folk singers usually called it "How can I keep from singing?"

It's origin seems to be a 19th century anthem, perhaps written during the Civil War. A Civil War certainly would have been the opportune time to seek hope amidst turmoil. Although some people associate the hymn to the Quakers. I can see it that, too.

Comparing the civil war times to our current polemics, I think these lyrics are apos pro. Whereas, you will hear about the political, military and anxiety-ridden disorder, what is emphasized, by the repeated last line in each stanza, there is always hope. Always.

Lyrics

My life flows on an endless songAbove Earth's lamentationI hear the real though far-off hymnThat hails a new creation

Through all the tumult and the strifeI hear that music ringingIt sounds an echo in my soulHow can I keep from singing?

What though the tempest 'round me roarsI know the truth, it livethWhat though the darkness 'round me closeSongs in the night it giveth

No storm can shake my inmost calmWhile to that rock I'm clingingSince love is Lord of Heaven and EarthHow can I keep from singing?

When tyrants tremble, sick with fearAnd hear their death knells ringingWhen friends rejoice, both far and nearHow can I keep from singing?

In prison cell and dungeon, vileOur thoughts to them are wingingWhen friends by shame are undefiledHow can I keep from singing?

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

My Reading Niche

Good grief! Has it been almost ten days since my last posting. My bad. My excuses are that my bronchial asthma has made me tired and more or less housebound. That means that I've been reading a lot. So much so, that I haven't been posting Book Reviews. I want to hurry to get into the next book.

I've found my reading niche. I like conspiracy thrillers--think Raiders of the Lost Arc. I particularly like Vatican conspiracies. I've been reading Glenn Cooper and am addicted. I can't get enough. I finish one and begin another without posting a review. Sorry. Not sorry, I just want to get back to my book.

The Keepers of the Library