The Two Of Us

“The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.” – G.K. Chesterton

When one looks in a mirror he sees an ever changing exterior. What I saw as a child I see not as an adult. Have you ever heard one, who you haven’t seen in a while, tell you that you haven’t changed; that your still the same? By what you see in the mirror you know that not to be true. But maybe it is. Is what they see the me or the I?

The I is our being. Our awareness of everything in and beyond our environment. If we are aware, then we are. All that effects our senses and our souls. We don’t remember a lot from our toddler years unless we experienced something traumatic. Though I contracted Polio at age 4, I do remember running. Because once as a child, before Polio, I was running with a flag in my mouth imitating one of those hero dogs on the TV and fell. My mom rushed to me and dislodged the flag from my throat. No matter what your age you don’t forget an incident like that. Yet, I don’t remember much about Polio other than that I didn’t always have it. But we do remember a lot from early school years and all in between up until the present. It is a curious thing, that in living our whole life we only see ourselves in the flesh in two dimensions. By way of a mirror or photo. Technology has given us Holography, but it is still but an image of us. Others see us in three dimensions as we likewise see them. Without the aid of mirror and photo we don’t see ourselves from the rear, as well. Yet, if we had none of these aids we would know that we are, that we exist, by our interaction with others and the effects on us from our environment.

The me that we see ages and feels growing pains and aches not known in our youth. Developing health issues attributed to age advance. And our attitude, once carefree and uninhibited, now is distracted in taking notice of once ignored twinges. For the heat on such has been dialed up. The once steady stride now is a slower gate with more ebbs than flows. It takes discipline to not let such changes, deteriorating events, get us down to depression. For these things cause one to look more within than without. Me ages; I does not. I is that which is unique and non-depreciating. Atoms don’t make me aware of me. But, rather, that thing emanating from grace which places man on the highest pedestal of living hierarchy.

Yet, though the vehicle which is Me wanes with the passage of time, the timeless I is like old man river, it just keeps moving along. So when one tells you that you haven’t changed, though your once flowing hair flows no longer in harmony in a stiff wind, he says so not because he is focused on the outer trappings, but on the one eternal, I, which is never changing nor ending.

Newton’s Law of Conservation Of Energy states that energy — the ability to do work — can’t be created or destroyed. Energy can, however, change forms. Sounds like God doesn’t it? Who is, Who was, Who will always be; The Incarnate. That is why when Moses asked God: “Who should I say sent me?” God simply replied: “Tell them “I AM” sent you.”

“I AM”. God is like a vast endless ocean. We are but drops of water in that vastness. Sounds insignificant doesn’t it? But, it is quite the opposite. For if one drop is extracted from it, the ocean is then all the less for it. It, if taken literally, and all that forms it, is no longer an ocean by the loss of any part; even a drop. And if not for the ocean there would be no droplets nor occasion for them. We each are in the I of the I AM. In God’s infinite presence we find ourselves. As a creature of God our I is significant to His I AM. That is the essence of our being. That is why one can tell us that you never change. For though the body fails, due to “The Fall” from grace, so contrarily, the I will not. If I AM is eternal it is affirmed that all of I AM is eternal, including our I. Both body and soul of man were intended by God to be with Him in paradise forever, because HE IS forever. And those things which flow from God are forever things. Of which we are one. We are because He is. My connection to I Am says that I am.

I assures us of eternity. Our choices in life which determine if we are greeted with a “You never changed” from God, Who is the I that we are, will likewise determine if the eternity of our I is going to be found beyond the narrow gate or at the end of the road to perdition.

My discourse here is based upon observation, experience, gathered knowledge, examination of thought and “wonder”. I will not offer it authoritatively. Because, in some matters there is only so much we may be meant to know, lest we lose the most significant aspect of our relationship with God; FAITH.

What one can conceive, one can achieve. Though we may be limited in some conceptions, there is, even though bounded, sufficient truth to encourage hope over despair.

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Do It Anyway

“Do It Anyway”

by: Saint Mother Teresa

People are often unreasonable,
illogical and self-centered;
Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind,
people may accuse you of selfish ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.

If you are successful,
you will win some false friends and true enemies;
Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,
people may cheat you;
Be honest anyway.

What you spend years building,
someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,
they may be jealous;
Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,
people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,
and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best you’ve got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,
it is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway.

For in the end, it matters not what others think of us. But, rather, it matters what God thinks of us.

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To Wear The Crown: NEVER GIVE UP!

2 Timothy 4:7-8

“I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.”

The “Fight”-er is persistent in the ring. The runner perseveres in the “Race”. The “Faith”-ful is purposeful in practice. All exhibit the same quality:firmness of commitment.

Not all athletes in the Hall of Fame have won a Championship. And not all who have won a Championship are in the hall of fame.  

52 Hall of Fame NFL players have never won a Super Bowl. Some of the best NBA players now in the Hall never won a Championship ring. 40 of the greatest MLB players who never won a World Series Title are in the Hall.

Paul in his above letter to Timothy:

Doesn’t confirm the fight won, the top podium at the race’s end nor the fulfillment of faith’s fruits among all peoples. Discipleship of all the nations of the world is too not guaranteed.

As it is with the athlete it also is with the common man and woman. It matters not the victory secured but the character of the individual who is in pursuit of it. Things not visible to the eye appears in the heart and has a profound effect upon the soul. A champion is not justified by a plaque on a wall nor trophy on a mantle. But, rather, is so in the immortal words of Rudyard Kipling (IF) and Washington Gladden (ULTIMA VERITAS):

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,   

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on! – Kipling

In the darkest night of the year,

When the stars have all gone out.

Courage is better than fear,

faith is truer than doubt. – Gladden

Though the chest be bare of medal and the head unadorned by wreath there is a crown awaiting all who possess the credentials of one who has endured the inner conflict of one in this world to that of one of it. If in the end, when last breaths are drawn, one finds one’s will matched with that of God’s then the crown of Glory will be found placed upon one’s brow.

No matter how great the challenge nor dire the outcome may seem:


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“1776”: May God Bless and Preserve “U.S.”

“I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means.” – John Adams

[July 3rd, 1776 letter from John Adams to his wife, Abigail.]

“But the Day is past. The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America.—I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding Generations, as the great anniversary Festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn Acts of Devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with Pomp and Parade, with Shews, Games, Sports, Guns, Bells, Bonfires and Illuminations from one End of this Continent to the other from this Time forward forever more.
You will think me transported with Enthusiasm but I am not.—I am well aware of the Toil and Blood and Treasure, that it will cost Us to maintain this Declaration, and support and defend these States.—Yet through all the Gloom I can see the Rays of ravishing Light and Glory. I can see that the End is more than worth all the Means. And that Posterity will tryumph in that Days Transaction, even altho We should rue it, which I trust in God We shall not.”

Since the pangs of labor and beyond her birth America has been in the throes of conflict. For she is born of freedom. And no more precious treasure to mankind is there given by God than freedom. The fight to preserve freedom is as intense as at its inception. This perpetual struggle and requisite ransom is rivaled only by that of attaining heaven. Yet, like love, freedom’s worth is only fully grasped should it be lost. And, wholly, through neglect will such a loss come to pass.

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Critical Theory: A Cancer To Democracy

Critical Theory is not being taught in schools, corporations, the military, agencies or institutions, rather it is being implemented. For if it was taught, thoroughly, one would see that it is a tool. A tool with a particular function and purpose.

A hammer is a tool. It can be used in two ways. One good and one evil.

If it is used as designed to drive nails into wood, then it is good because it aids in building houses or repairing damages to restore a thing to its best state of being. However, its use becomes evil when used to crack skulls. The subject on the receiving end is not better for it, but worse. Unlike the hammer with two uses, Critical Theory has but one; that of the second use of the hammer. It is designed to destroy.

To be honestly taught a thing allows one to recognize and understand it. When taught literature and mathematics I recognize the distinct differences between the two. Each has its own unique elements, purpose and function.

But, in schools, in particular, CT is mixed in all disciplines of study like adding milk to coffee. One drop of milk added to coffee appears to have no altering effect. However, with each drop added, in time, the dark characteristic of coffee is no longer evident when the characteristic of the milk has completely taken over. So, too, is this true of socialism/Marxism over democracy. The rule of the elite overtakes that of the people.

The inexperienced innocent mind of the young which has been taught to trust authority is easily indoctrinated into an ever growing force of the like minded emotionally driven, and is duped into believing that what is being presented to them is going to bring harmonious change and then unity to all. Instead children are seeing themselves as either the oppressor or oppressed. Which fosters suspicion between children motivated by a lack of trust. This sense of insecurity is foreign to the child. They lose a sense of self-worth. To cause vulnerable children to become jaded toward life in this way is beyond criminal; it is a sin (Matthew 18: 1-6). And those doing it know it. That is why God first had to be driven from the school environment. The commands to love God and neighbor are too formidable a contradiction for the proponents of Marxism to win the argument on merit. Division continues until chaos reigns. Diversity bent on division never brings unity, though assimilation does, so long as its power seeking enemies are kept from poisoning the well by distorting the message.

Our sentinels of democracy, over the decades, have been asleep at the wheel. The disinterest or outright disregard of a growing ratio imbalance of progressive collegiate professors to conservative, arising from frivolous impressions from those who monitor such things, has resulted in a present day ratio of 13 progressive professors to 1 conservative, if not a greater disparity, in a majority of colleges and universities. When students return home from school each year with what parents think outlandish ideas, the response would be: “Well, when they finish school, get a job and enter the real world all those crazy notions will fade.” But, what happens when the real world has been altered to fit those notions? We are now witness to it. A societal cultural shift has hit us head on which was slowly being implemented all the while we were trivializing it without concern or investigation as to what was really going on; the systematic dismantling of free society and American culture. A revolution succeeds not by the many, but by the few. So long as the few can get many of their passive opposition to go along, if not by persuasion, then by force. Assuming that one’s ship is trim, often leads to its foundering.

“Critical Theory” – recognize it.

The Frankfurt School founded (1918-1933), made the following twelve very recognizable recommendations:

1. The creation of racism offences and hate speech laws.

2. Continual change to create confusion (e,g., in school curricula).

3. Masturbation propaganda in schools, combined with the homo-sexualization of children and their corruption by exposing them to child porn in the classroom. (Recently under scrutiny in a New York school system.)

.4. The systematic undermining of parental and teachers’ authority. (the now school board and parent confrontations enabled by unions.)

5. Huge immigration to destroy national identity and foment future race wars. (the Biden borders)

6. The systematic promotion of excessive drinking and recreational drugs. (legalized marijuana and available illegal drugs. )

7. The systematic promotion of sexual deviance in society. (accentuated through the internet)

8. An unreliable legal system with bias against the victims of crime. (open borders, cartels, elimination of bail, repeat offenders released, defunding the police, activist liberal judges)

9. Dependency on state benefits. (over the top unemployment benefits, stimulus money, welfare state, work discouraged rather than encouraged)

10. Control and dumbing down of media. (no need here to explain the obvious to those still possessing common sense)

11. Encouraging the breakdown of the family. (degradation of the role of father and mother in the family unit, the devious promotion and unconstitutionally enforced political correctness which drives a wedge between, husband, wife and children)

12. All all-out attack on Christianity and the emptying of churches. (source)These recommendations were meticulously calculated to undermine the foundations of society and create the dystopia and destruction we presently see around us. (WOKE becomes a religion to attack traditional religious practice.)

Critical Theory is easily applied to whichever group its users wish to attack and divide: Race (CRT). Class (CCT), Gender (CGT), Climate Control (CCCT). Each group is promised good things will come their way. But, the only ones who reap the benefits from CT are those elite who implement them.

Critical theory was specifically used in Marxism, which has infiltrated our society like a slow drip over that last 30 years in earnest, until we are now near drowning in it. But, one must look at the historic effects of CT on people to understand the truth of it. During the 20th century, a number of regimes underwent Marxist-style revolutions, and each ended in disaster. Socialist governments in the Soviet Union, China, Cambodia, Cuba and elsewhere racked up a body count of nearly 100 million people. They are remembered for gulags, show trials, executions and mass starvations. In practice, Marx’s ideas unleashed man’s darkest brutalities. Nearest to our present time is Venezuela. Once a rich and thriving country whose economy was driven by a dominant oil industry, is now struggling in poverty. People waiting in lines at markets for hours, often coming away with nothing more than a bottle of mayonnaise. Zoos have reported missing exotic animals that have been slaughtered for food. The one positive thing arising from Venezuela’s socialist regime is a successful weight loss program. People have lost an average of 20 pounds each. That program is called Starvation.  

In 1961, some 60 years ago, three and a half months before his last visit to our country, Nikita Khrushchev said, “We can’t expect the American people to jump from capitalism to communism but we can assist their elected leaders in giving them small doses of socialism until one day they will awaken to find they have communism.”

And here we are: STAGE 4.


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Remembering Dad

“But the Common Man does not in the least want to found a sect. He is much more likely, for instance, to want to found a family.” – G.K. Chesterton

Anthony Malizia, was born on September 14, 1911 in Settefrati, Italy. Settefrati, is located in the mountains of the Province of Frosinone; in the Italian region Lazio, about 120km east of Rome and about 40km east of Frozinone.

My father emigrated, from Italy, to the United States, as a young man – entering the country, by way of Ellis Island, N.Y. He was sponsored by a cousin, and fulfilled his dream by becoming  a U.S. citizen. His name is one of so many, who shared that common dream, that is forever engraved, on “The American Immigrant Wall Of Honor,” at Ellis Island in New York Harbor.

In 1940, he would marry my mother, Antoinette, who was, herself, a resident of New York City. They would move to, and live in, Connecticut, raising three boys; I being the youngest.

Prior to marriage, my father was a Civilian Conservation Corps laborer. He worked on projects located in Idaho and Texas. He wanted to enlist, to serve in World War II, but was discouraged in doing so, because my mother was pregnant with their first child. He was disappointed, knowing that his childhood friend and cousin was going and he could not.

For most of his working years, my dad worked the night shift, as a pressman, for Conde’ Nast – a magazine publishing company, which was located close to our home. So close, that he was able to walk to work. I can remember seeing him leave at about 5PM each day; with his lunch bag tucked under his arm. When he returned from work, at about 2AM, we would, of course, be asleep. He would grab a snack, that my mom had left for him from dinner, then would look in on his boys before he went to bed. He had a habit of gently picking our heads off our pillows and turning the pillow over. Then he would lower our heads onto the fresh underside. We never asked why he did that. But, on a cold winter night, it got your attention.

I was a young avid TV viewer, and had a used TV set in my bedroom. The reason being, I wasn’t able to use stairs as readily, or as often, as my brothers; to watch the main family TV, in the living room. The convenience of having a TV in one’s bedroom was that, whenever one chose, it could be tuned on. My dad was suspicious that I might be staying up too late watching TV. Before he returned from work, I would turn off the set and feign sleep. But, he wasn’t easily deceived. With one eye open, I’d see him slip into my room, and put his hand on the set, to check if it was still warm. So he accomplished his goal of getting me to sleep earlier, without saying a word. Because, I’d now turn it off much earlier to be certain that the old “Philco” would be cool to his touch. It is a wise boy, who can avoid being disciplined. A clever guy; my dad.

The Conde’ Nast, where my father worked, would close in the years ahead; leaving him unemployed. He was troubled by the loss of income. So he would work landscape jobs with my uncle, while interviewing for a new job with local companies. After returning from one interview, he told me that the person interviewing him, seemed as though he was just going through the motions; not leaving my father with a good feeling. When the interview was over, as  my father was leaving, he told the gentleman conducting the interview: “I know, as soon as I leave, you are going to through my application in the trash basket.” One of the very duties he was applying for. The next day as my dad was working a landscaping job, the phone rang. When I answered it, the person calling, informed me that dad was hired, and gave me the pay rate and when he was  to begin. When dad returned, I gave him the news. His was so happy and relieved that he began to dance. I can only liken what I witnessed, to the scene in the movie; “The Treasure Of Sierra Madre,” when John Huston danced for joy, after he and his associates discovered gold. As regards his interview, my dad was not one to mince words. He called things as he saw them , and in this instance, it seemed the right call. And that job, at that time; was like striking gold.

Summer’s were great fun. We didn’t have a lot of money, but we were never in want. My favorite summer events were the outdoor movie and Playland; an amusement park in Rye, New York. When we attended Playland, dad would carry me onto most of the rides. The effects of polio made it difficult for me to get onto the rides without aid. We’d usually have a group following us. Because, sooner or later, other patrons would catch on to the fact, that the ride attendees were giving us a longer ride; seeing  how difficult it was for me to access.

Drive-in movies, for those who recall them, would start at dusk, and often would offer double features. Each Wednesday was “Buck Night.” That’s when you could load up the family car, with the whole family, all for $1.00. My mom and dad would switch to the back seat, leaving the front for me and my brother. Their motive was easily understood, when by the second feature, we would have to increase the speaker volume, to overcome the sound of snoring. Of course, on the return home, I’d be the one who had fallen asleep, and my dad would carry me to bed, with my head slumped on his shoulder, and brace covered legs, dangling in front of him.

While living in our neighborhood, I would watch my friends having a catch with their dads. I asked my dad if he’d catch with me. Now, if I missed the ball, he was doing double duty; as he would have to chase down the ball, that I couldn’t retrieve. Also, my dad’s native game was bocce not baseball. So he would deliver his throw, not like a pitch to home plate, but rather, like throwing the pallino ball, to begin the bocce game. This is just one example, of many, proving that he would do all he could(if he thought it beneficial to our growth), to help me, or my brothers, achieve the things we thought important; no matter how foreign it was to him.

I believe all kids see their fathers as heroes. On one occasion, it became clear to me. We were picnicking at Candlewood Lake, in Ct. While we were having lunch by the lake, some other visitors headed into the water, to scuba dive; laden with goggles, flippers, wet suits and oxygen tanks. It was a sunny, but rather raw day. Within minutes, the calm had changed to panic. One of the divers, was thrashing about, and screaming for help. He was hanging on to his fellow diver, who in a frenzy, was pulling him under. Two observers dove in and were able to gather both to shore. However, all were having trouble, freeing the panicked diver  from his gear. My dad rushed over and was able to free the diver from his tank and wet suit. He then, wrapped blankets around the man, now uncontrollably shaking from the cold and fear. Dad then helped him out to a car, that was waiting to take him to a nearby hospital. As I watched my dad walk by, with the fortunate, yet exhausted diver, a feeling came over me; I was proud. Dad would later credit his ability to quickly extricate the diver from his equipment, to the daily experience gained in helping me put on and remove my leg braces.

When dad passed away from cancer, on January 16, 1969, the outpouring of love was overwhelming. So many were in attendance at his wake and funeral mass, that it was standing room only. My father never walked on the moon(although, due to his fun-loving nature, I’m sure, in his youth, he howled at it, at one time or another), nor was he a CEO for a Fortune 500 company. Yet, as a husband, family member, friend and father, he possessed that rare quality, compelled by his love, that one did not witness enough of then, nor does one today; You could count on him.

Of all the men that God could have given, as a father, to me and my brothers-He gave us him. My dad was equal in interest, discipline and love. He was a complete dad to each of us. He understood our individual attributes, gifts and dreams. He encouraged and supported us each, in the pursuit of goals, that reflected our innate unique purposes.

For being a man who understood the importance of his station within the family unit – and by sacrificing for that which he saw as his primary responsibility and purpose – he has well-earned the title: “Father.”

Happy Father’s Day, Dad; Be at peace.


Alan, John and Larry

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“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters. And God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. ” – Genesis 1 

In a recent 2021 Gallop Poll as regards abortion, the following results were released:

Americans’ overall stance on abortion has been stable in recent years, with the 48% calling themselves “pro-choice” and 46% “pro-life” similar to the close division on this measure observed most years since 2010. For the past decade, an average of 47% of Americans have identified as pro-choice and 47% as pro-life. As we see the leverage tilting in the pro-choice camp overall, the demographics of 18-34 year olds are at 53% pro-choice, college grads and those earning $100K+ at 62% pro-choice. Lower income, non-college grads, conservatives, moderates and the political parties they generally align with tend to pro-life at the same percentages or greater. Understandably, it could be concluded that the more down to earth one is, the more appreciative of life at any stage one is. Though it seems an uphill battle, it is still worth the fight.

In considering the above demographics we are led to believe that circumstances or status of one’s life condition are contributng factores into deciding whether new life is practical at any particular moment or not. Of the 60 million abortions performed in the United States since the legalization of abortion on those unique lives that never came to be, it is quite unlikely that the vast majority of abortions were incidents of rape, incest or threat to the life of the mother, as was the intial argument made by pro-choice advocates, but, rather, a matter of convenience. The natural course of consummate action results in life as intended by God. However, this concept is lost when the means to that end becomes the end. 

On the Catholic front, Pew Research found that Catholics around the world support the right to legal abortion and believe it can be a moral option. In the U.S., 56% of Catholics believe that abortion should be legal in all or most cases, and 68% believe that Roe v. Wade should not be overturned. Catholics who regularly attend Mass show higher levels of opposition to abortion. As a practicing Catholic, who has read the Catechism of the Catholic Church and reference it often, I found this statistic as troubling as when I discovered that there was a liberal/conservative split among the clergy and religious leaders in the Church. If we accept God as God then we should as faithful hold dear the passage from John 10:14-16: “I am the good shepherd; I know my own and my own know me, as the Father knows me and I know the Father”. How then can unity be expected among the congregation if there is division among its leaders? This behavior reflects more a dismissal of, rather than a violation of our creed. But, grateful we are for Our Lord’s assurance that though evil may make its way into Holy Mother Church, it “Shall not prevail”.

Roe v. Wade, the landmark Supreme Court decision, which established a woman’s legal right to an abortion, was decided on January 22, 1973. The Court ruled so, in a 7-2 decision.

G.K. Chesterton tells us:

“To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.”

In the image above an ultra sound captures the moment of conception. The time lapse photo reveals a spark which then ignites a rapidly expanding bright flash.

The big Bang theory, which is presently the most popular theory of the origin of the universe, theorizes, as its name suggests, that the beginning of everything as we know it happened as an instantaneous violent explosion. It, interestingly, aligns with the opening Genesis passage.

The moment of conception can also be considered an instantaneous action. The flash of light that engulfs the egg is like a lightning strike. As lightning is suddenly upon us, so, too, is the beginning of human life. Fertilization is initiated by a spark between male and female counter-parts. As a flame can be started with a spark and continue to burn unless acted upon by the deprivation of fuel or oxygen; so, also, will embryo growth continue until that process results in a new-born child. Unless that process of life is halted by natural or unnatural means. For the show me the science crowd, contraception follows the Law of Inertia.

“Then the LORD GOD formed man of dust from the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.” – Genesis 2:7

The Shroud of Turin is believed to be the burial cloth of Jesus Christ. The image that appears on the shroud is of a crucified man having identical markings as those depicted in the Passion Story. Research of various disciplines has, with more certainty than not, intimated that the man in the cloth is Christ.

Dr. Paolo Di Lazzaro is an eminent researcher at the ENEA centre in Rome. This is a world leading research centre in nuclear fusion and laser technology. Dr. Di Lazzaro has demonstrated that the surface properties of the image with the specific changes in chemical structure which are found can be replicated by an extremely high intensity and short duration burst of coherent ultraviolet light. This also explains the ‘photographic negative’ properties of the image.

The image on the shroud is unique in that it has ‘distance-coded’ properties such that the image contains three-dimensional information. This suggests that unlike an ordinary photograph in which light is reflected from the subject, the light which formed this ‘photograph’ actually originated from within the subject. As is true in conception, life to the body of Christ is, too, restored in a flash.

Any woman who has gone through the rigors of labor can attest that giving birth is anything but passive. It, like the hidden function of conception, is violent to some extent. That flash of life grabs one’s attention in how life comes into being and it is significant. Whether in the creation of the universe, the function of conception or in the enigma of an empty tomb, a profound powerful impetus is required to bring it to reality. Human life, then, is other than a mundane occurence that can casually be cast into a dumpster or callously put up for sale as lab rats to the highest bidder for research. God so loved man and woman that He partnered with them in the greatest expression of His love; the procreation of life through marriage consummated. 

“What strikes me as truly extraordinary is the
implication that there is something low about
the objective [of sexual union] being the birth
of the child. . . . it is obvious that this great
natural miracle is the one creative, imaginative
and disinterested part of the whole business.
The creation of a new creature, not ourselves,
of a new conscious center, of a new and
independent focus of experience and
enjoyment, is an immeasurably more grand
and godlike act even than a real love affair
. . . . If creating another self is not noble, why
is pure self-indulgence nobler?” – G.K. Chesterton

This spark of life advances one’s defined wonder of birth from one stage to the next. Doubt transforms to ponder, then ponder gives way to amazement. To paraphrase Dr. Marc Siegel: “The fact that a chemical reaction causes this flash of light phenomenon at conception is not in opposition to God, but is, instead, a sign of God’s action.”

All life is of grand importance and should be relished as such. For anything that should so violently come to exist and thereafter violently fight to conserve its existence must be significant.

The unanswered mysteries of life are attempted by theory and faith. The former leaves open the door of uncertainty, while the latter convinces one that there is no need to look further.

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Mother’s Day

I had difficulty coming up with the words that would best do justice to this Mother’s Day post. I searched my mind but found none worthy. Yet the words not found in thought were found in the heart.

After a nine month stay at a convalescent hospital, recovering from paralysis due to Polio, my mom would sing me to sleep each night. The fears of a disabled five-year old then, and the challenges ahead not yet conceived, were tempered by the security and confidence instilled by Mom’s comforting protective loving voice. The trials of each day melted away with every lyric of the song which she chose as a lullaby that bound us to each other as she lie beside me until I gave way to peaceful sleep. I offer that song here in tribute to my mom’s memory.

“Goodnight Sweetheart”– (performed by Rudy Vallee, 1941)

Goodnight sweetheart
‘Til we meet tomorrow.
Goodnight, sweetheart
Sleep will banish sorrow.
Tears and parting
May make you forlorn.
But with the dawn
A new day is born.
So I’ll say goodnight sweetheart
Though I’m not beside you.
Goodnight sweetheart
Still my love will guide you.
Dreams enfold you
In each one I’ll hold you.
Goodnight sweetheart

To my mom, who has since passed from this world, I offer a “Goodnight Sweetheart.” Throughout my life I have found comfort, security, encouragement and love within her affectionate arms. I ask now that she has found perfect peace and joy, of which she is so richly deserves, in God’s loving eternal embrace.

How blessed is the person whose choice of a mother would be that of God’s.

To all moms who inspire the best in us; A Blessed and Happy Mother’s Day.

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Three Most Pertinent Books On Life

“Every great literature has always been allegorical – allegorical of some view of the whole universe. The ‘Iliad’ is only great because all life is a battle, the ‘Odyssey’ is only great because all life is a journey, the Book of Job because all life is a riddle.” – G.K. Chesterton

All life is a battle.

Life is a series of conflicts. There isn’t a book, fiction or non-fiction, read, nor movie seen, that did not have a struggle between good and evil, right or wrong. Stephen King’s novels are loaded with good and evil. Our daily lives entail circumstances which require decisions. We are coerced or influenced by forces within or without by those with an agenda that may ask us to compromise our conscience. A decision made, could be the difference between life and death, or a confidence from mistrust lost forever. Innocence can be destroyed for the sake of ego. The selfless and the selfish natures of man are constantly at odds. It is like the image of the little angel on one shoulder and the little devil on the other shoulder of an individual. Each is trying to command the soul of the individual. An old Native American Indian sage once revealed to George Bernard Shaw in an interview the following: “In every man’s soul there are two dogs fighting, One is good, the other evil. The one that wins, is the one you feed the most.” Love thrives with good but dies with evil. For love is selfless and evil is selfish. Love asks: “What can I do for you?” Evil asks: “What can you do for me?” The virtue which impels the good act over the evil is prudence. Because prudence weighs the consequence of an act before it is carried out. Without prudence the outcome of the battle between good and evil is left to chance. God lends Himself not to chance. G.K. Chesterton tells us: “In the end, we are left with good and evil, light and darkness. We must choose a side.” (FAITH)

All life is a journey.

Maxwell Maltz: author of “Cyper-Cibernetics” tells us that humans are goal seeking creatures on a relentless pursuit of those goals. A person without goals, or denied the opportunity to pursue them, is unfulfilled. More tragic than death, is a life not lived in striving toward some achievement. In example: The pandemic that has isolated children keeping them from in-person learning and socializing with their peers has not only been a tragic event in the cause of illness and death but also in the stifling of children’s development. For it denies them the social growth through interpersonal relations. Studies have shown that the depression which arises under such circumstances results in increased adolescent suicide or thoughts thereof. They feel helpless in that they miss their friends and that there is no foreseeable end to their malaise. It is as though their personal journey will not extend beyond the horizon. Their love can’t be expressed in real time to another living breathing human being of their age and understanding. This continual loneliness is unsustainable and unacceptable. The result of study is knowledge. Followed by a need to apply it. Therein are goals formed. But they cannot be achieved alone. Unfettered pursuit of goals other than the manageable bumps in the road along the way, which makes one stronger and determined, promises contentment of body, mind, emotion and spirit. All journey in this world is to some end. But, is that end finite?

Venerable Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen expresses unrest in this way; “We are all born with a heart. Not a heart like a Valentine heart, but one with a piece torn out of it from the event of Calvary. We go through our whole lives here on earth trying to fill our hearts with all the love that we can. Yet, are never quite fulfilled. Never satisfied until it returns to God, Who has been keeping its missing part for us. It is then that our incomplete heart is made complete, as the piece held by God is replaced by Him.” The journey of our heart is the most important journey to each of us. It begins in our mother’s womb. We journey from there into the world where we, by education, experience, and prudent guidance, make our way through life pursuing the varied goals afforded us. Some successes, some failures. Yet, birth into this world, instinctively, because of our hierarchy in life, tells us that the journey ends not here, but, rather, is again but a passage from another womb; that of the world. As we left life in our mother’s womb to life beyond it, we now, having lived life well by a will matched with that of God, are delivered, with justified expectation, from our worldly womb to a life that can best be depicted in Charles Dickens’, “A Tale Of Two Cities”: “It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.” (FAITH)

All life is a riddle

Why is life a riddle? Because a riddle is a question or statement intentionally phrased so as to require ingenuity in ascertaining its answer or meaning, typically presented as a game. The game that God engages with Job and us as well.

The book of Job is chiefly remarkable, as I have insisted throughout, for the fact that it does not end in a way that is conventionally satisfactory. Job is not told that his misfortunes were due to his sins or a part of any plan for his improvement. But in the prologue we see Job tormented not because he was the worst of men, but because he was the best. It is the lesson of the whole work that man is most comforted by paradoxes. Here is the very darkest and strangest of the paradoxes; and it is by all human testimony the most reassuring. I need not suggest what high and strange history awaited this paradox of the best man in the worst fortune. I need not say that in the freest and most philosophical sense there is one Old Testament figure who is truly a type; or say what is prefigured in the wounds of Job.” – G.K. Chesterton

Job’s unexpected life altering events beckons the oft lamented question: Why do bad things happen to good people? I, myself was stricken with Polio at age four. As Job, who was righteous and dedicated to God, I, too, at that age, was Innocence at its best. So, why me, as he? Polio is a disease with neither bias nor charity. It just does what it does. It would not exist in a perfect world. Neither would Satan exist, in a perfect world, to ask God to challenge the depth of Job’s loyalty to Him. But since – through the exercise of free will – “The Fall” from grace, the world stopped being perfect. Though my life changed the day inflicted and put me on an unintended path, it turned out to be a good, right and best path that both prepared me for the trials of life and to successfully achieve worthy goals. As I sit here with a physical body of diminishing strength from the remnants of polio I can only think but one thought so often uttered by an ungrateful and regretful aging person: “If God in His infinite mercy, love and understanding had offered me a choice of a different life, I would gladly take it.” My response to that is…no. I’d have it no other way than the way that God has placed before me. It was the perfect stage on which to achieve what so many long for in life; love in its intended fullest. For love is no better forged or expressed than through struggle and sacrifice. (FAITH)

Those who put their trust in God, though they be the best or the worst of beings, will not wither under the weight of trial. Should they cling to Him, who has taken upon Himself the burden of the world of which no man could ever conceive, then despair will not overtake them. Instead, their hope will spring eternal and guide them to an eternity promised to those whose trust is well placed.

At the end of each segment I emphasized the word FAITH. If we note each letter of the word FAITH we find that each letter can represent a simple but most powerful, encouraging and comforting phrase for anyone whose life is now in the throes of battle, a difficult journey or a confounding riddle. That phrase is: F-ound A-lways I-n T-hy H-and.

Fight the good fight, finish the race, keep the faith. – 2 Timothy 4:7

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The Empty Tomb

“Pilate said to them, “The guard is yours; go secure it as best you can.” So they went and secured the tomb by fixing a seal to the stone and setting the guard. – Matthew 27: 65-66

“The king lay in state with the guard about Him. And the most astounding fact about this spectacle of vigilance over the dead is that the enemies of Christ expected the Resurrection, but His friends did not. It was the believers who were the skeptics. It was the unbelievers who were credulous.

None of the apostles expected a Resurrection. They had to be convinced. They had to be convinced the hard way, as Thomas had to be convinced. Believe me, the skeptics of today cannot compare with the skeptics of those days, namely the apostles. They were the doubters, and when they were convinced they proved that they believed by having their throats cut for the cause of Christ.” – Archbishop Fulton J. Sheen

“Why do you seek the living among the dead?” He is not here, but has been raised.” – Luke 24:5-6

And as the risen Christ had overcome death, so too, the apostles would rise above their fear. Having again seen and eaten with their master, a presumed illusion had become reality; restoring their faith. The cowards would become heroes. They were now prepared to let go of the lives they knew and give them over to and for Christ; completely. All that was Christ was conferred upon them by Him. They would do what He had done. And through the apostles the gospels would be proclaimed throughout the world resulting in a growing, vibrant, Holy and living church.

As a result of the events of Good Friday and Easter Sunday all that was is changed forever. Suffering once seen as a dreaded error of life now has a valued purpose and meaning; for it is the precursor of a greater good; and in the case of Christ, the greatest good. His success is our success. The entrance to heaven that had been denied to all humanity by the disobedience of one man, has been reopened, and access reinstated to all humanity by the obedience of the One man.

From the apostles and succeeding disciples to the present day priests, the consecration of the Holy Eucharist continues in the presence of the ever vigilant Paraclete. The Paraclete is the love of God that binds the Father to the Son and the Son to us all. The Paraclete guides, protects, inspires, consoles and sustains. And through that continual Eucharistic consecration, Jesus keeps the promise He made that comforted and encouraged his apostles then; and comforts and encourages all today, who take up their cross and follow Him. “And remember that I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” – Matthew 28:20

The stone that sealed the tomb of the Savior was found fallen away. And the place where His body had been laid was empty and free of darkness. For that which harbors not life, but death, had not the power to contain “The Light Of The World.”

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