New Beginnings

Today is the first day of a new liturgical year. Later this week I will be starting a new job at the University.
Thank you, God, for new beginnings! :)

Happy American Thanksgiving!

"In all things give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you all."
1 Thessalonians 5:18

Remembrance Day

Political Correctness: An Accomplice Before and After the Fact

While the particulars surrounding the Fort Hood massacre quickly emerged, press reports continued to state that "investigators were searching for a motive". Oy vey!

Hmmm....... let's see - according to various reports:

- the killer shouted out "Allahu Akbar" before killing American soldiers;
- he was opposed to the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan;
- he was soon to be deployed to Afghanistan and did not want to go;
- he didn't like the idea of Moslems having to fight against other Moslems;
- he had publicly stated during a talk to other doctors at Walter Reed that non-Moslems were infidels who should be beheaded and have hot oil poured down their throats.

So...What was Major Nidal Malik Hasan's motive?? What could it possibly be???

Political correctness prevented fellow officers from filing a compaint against Hasan - result: 14 people dead (13 adults and one unborn baby). And now, many in the media continue to be politically correct in their reporting of this atrocity - predictable result: others will kill innocent people in the name of Islam, enabled by those who stick their heads in the sand.

Brideshead Restored!

Apostolic Constitution Anglicanorum Coetibus Providing for Personal Ordinariates for Anglicans Entering Into Full Communion With the Catholic Church

An Autumn Evening

by Lucy Maud Montgomery

Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky
Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below
The dome of sunset long, hushed valleys lie
Cradling the twilight, where the lone winds blow
And wake among the harps of leafless trees
Fantastic runes and mournful melodies.

The chilly purple air is threaded through
With silver from the rising moon afar,
And from a gulf of clear, unfathomed blue
In the southwest glimmers a great gold star
Above the darkening druid glens of fir
Where beckoning boughs and elfin voices stir.

And so I wander through the shadows still,
And look and listen with a rapt delight,
Pausing again and yet again at will
To drink the elusive beauty of the night,
Until my soul is filled, as some deep cup,
That with divine enchantment is brimmed up.

The photo "Bright Goodnight" is by Katmere on Flickr.