“WHEN Jesus is near, all is well and nothing seems difficult. When He is absent, all is hard. When Jesus does not speak within, all other comfort is empty, but if He says only a word, it brings great consolation. Did not Mary Magdalen rise at once from her weeping when Martha said to her: ‘The Master is come, and calleth for thee’? Happy is the hour when Jesus calls one from tears to joy of spirit. How dry and hard you are without Jesus! How foolish and vain if you desire anything but Him! Is it not a greater loss than losing the whole world? For what, without Jesus, can the world give you? Life without Him is a relentless hell, but living with Him is a sweet paradise. If Jesus be with you, no enemy can harm you.”
“THEY’ve tracked Epstein’s activities and operations back to the 1970s.
Former head of MI6’s Russia desk, Christopher Steele, says it appears to him that, as early as the 1970s, Epstein was “effectively involved in Russian organised crime.” (more…)
“THE citizen by himself is no match for the city. There must be balanced against it another ideal institution, and in that sense an immortal institution. So long as the state is the only ideal institution the state will call on the citizen to sacrifice himself, and therefore will not have the smallest scruple in sacrificing the citizen. The state consists of coercion; and must always be justified from its own point of view in extending the bounds of coercion; as, for instance, in the case of conscription. The only thing that can be set up to check or challenge this authority is a voluntary law and a voluntary loyalty. That loyalty is the protection of liberty, in the only sphere where liberty can fully dwell. It is a principle of the constitution that the King never dies. It is the whole principle of the family that the citizen never dies. There must be a heraldry and heredity of freedom; a tradition of resistance to tyranny. A man must be not only free, but free-born.”
THE housewife-humorist Erma Bombeck raised three children and churned out newspaper columns from this suburban house in Centerville, Ohio, a house which was considered modest then but is probably out of reach for most young couples today. Bombeck wrote the column below, “Are We Rich?,” for publication on June 3, 1971. She eventually did become rich from the hundreds of humorous pieces she wrote about her domestic world. She neither romanticized nor disparaged her way of life. It was a world where men were still men and women were still women. Having started them in 1964, her columns were syndicated to 900 newspapers by 1978. Though she unfortunately would later go on to campaign for the Equal Rights Amendment, she was not initially enthusiastic about the feminist movement, once saying of Betty Friedan and her fans, “These women threw a war for themselves and didn’t invite any of us.”
“Are We Rich?” by Erma Bombeck
The other day out of a clear blue sky Brucie asked, “Are we rich?”
I paused on my knees as I retrieved a dime from the sweeper bag, blew the dust off it and asked, “Not so you can notice. Why?”
“How can you tell?” he asked.
I straightened up and thought a bit. Being rich is a relative sort of thing. Here’s how I can always tell. (more…)
I recently came across a passage in a 2003 essay by Gary North about how it was once common in America for strangers traveling on Greyhound buses to sing during the ride. [“The Way We Were”, Aug. 18, 2016]
North wrote:
There is a scene in “It Happened One Night” (1934), where Clark Gable is riding in a bus. The bus is lighted inside, and everyone is singing. For years, I thought that scene was filler. My friend and master journalist Otto Scott, age 85, tells me that singing on Greyhound buses was common in those days, though with lights off. Strangers sang on buses. I cannot identify with such a world.
Try a little harder, Gary. Singing on the bus is the kind of thing you get when people have heritage, culture, and values in common. It is not the kind of thing you get in a “multi-culture.” (more…)
“PURSUIT of achievement in literature, science and the arts is a single-minded ambition that will never be restructured … men are right when they say that the required expenditure of time and effort leaves little room for life’s other rewards.”
— Feminist author Susan Brownmiller, Femininity (Ballantine Books, 1985)
“SHE was in the Temple of Jerusalem what she was in the house of Nazareth, when she received the Archangel’s visit — she was the Handmaid of the Lord. (Luke 1:38) She obeyed the Law, because she seemed to come under the Law. Her God and her Son submitted to the ransom as humbly as the poorest Hebrew would have to do; he had already obeyed the edict of the emperor Augustus, in the general census; he was to be obedient even unto death, even to the death of the Cross. The Mother and the Child, both humbled themselves in the Purification, and man’s pride received, on that day, one of the greatest lessons ever given it.”
— Dom Prosper Guéranger, “The Feast of the Purification of the Blessed Virgin”
NOW Candlemas is come at last, therefore my dearest friend, Since Christmas time is almost past, I mean to make an end Of this our mirth and merriment, and now the truth to tell, He must be from our presence sent, O Christmas, now farewell. Now Christmas will no longer stay, my very heart doth grieve, Before from us he take his way, of him I’ll take my leave:(more…)
“THE man without a country is like the man suspended in mid-air because he lacks the concrete things that a nation offers — a village, a language, a way of life and a means of providing it — in order to accomplish even his most basic tasks. Are there problems inherent in the individual-nation relationship? Many, because one may be tempted to break the moral code for the benefit of his country just as one can be led astray in his family’s self-interest. Do the difficulties that it engenders justify its abandonment? No more than a father’s crimes on behalf of his children legitimate rejection of the family structure.”
— Dr. John C. Rao, “Americanism and the Collapse of the Church in the United States”
One night last year, in the darkness just before I fell asleep, my eye was attracted by a light in an upstairs window of a neighboring house. It prompted me instantly to recall nights in the Autumn of 1965 when I glanced out my bedroom window just before going to sleep and saw a light in an upstairs window of the house next door. And that memory brought a trainload of others with it.
In late summer that year, we moved to a new residence in south St. Louis in the “Mount Pleasant” neighborhood, where daily life was indeed pleasant. I was fifteen and going to classes in a Catholic high school. To me at that age, life was still inviting and enchanting. The whole universe lay before me, or so it seemed. In one corner of my bedroom, I kept a small collection of books and magazines about astronomy, a prism, binoculars, and a telescope. On a wall, I placed maps of the night sky and the moon. I was blissfully ignorant of cultural trends and wholly unaware that a cultural revolution was taking place in America.
Some people do not like the word “dogma.” Fortunately they are free, and there is an alternative for them. There are two things, and two things only, for the human mind, a dogma and a prejudice. The Middle Ages were a rational epoch, an age of doctrine. Our age is, at its best, a poetical epoch, an age of prejudice. A doctrine is a definite point; a prejudice is a direction. That an ox may be eaten, while a man should not be eaten, is a doctrine. That as little as possible of anything should be eaten is a prejudice; which is also sometimes called an ideal. Now a direction is always far more fantastic than a plan. I would rather have the most archaic map of the road to Brighton than a general recommendation to turn to the left. Straight lines that are not parallel must meet at last; but curves may recoil forever. A pair of lovers might walk along the frontier of France and Germany, one on the one side and one on the other, so long as they were not vaguely told to keep away from each other. And this is a strictly true parable of the effect of our modern vagueness in losing and separating men as in a mist.
FRESH-fallen snow is a visual medium used by God to soften and elevate the harshness of this world. It has a purpose that is solely aesthetic and solely a message of benevolence and love. Imagine if black chunks of ice fell from the sky. Given the dirty layers of atmosphere that water must travel through before it hits the ground, it is a wonder it is not black.
Snow is pure white, so white it suggests innocence and ignorance of all that is dark. A 19th-century farm, as in this painting by Thomas Birch, would not be so idyllic without this white fluff covering mud and old farm implements, animal debris and dead weeds. The white contrasts so well with the ocean of blue above. An artist did this. Birch is merely rendering the truth before his eyes.
Snow transforms ugly city neighborhoods into quaint villages. An old factory becomes a castle. A stark rowhouse becomes a home in a European lane where everyone knows everyone else. A broken sidewalk becomes a path through the woods. You can almost hear sleigh bells in the quiet as snow absorbs and obscures the sound of engines. It is not just a visual medium, but an acoustic one as well.
The many hassles and problems snow creates, the discomfort and the labor, are just reality. Everything comes at a price. Even the greatest gifts remind us of that.
But there is a world where snow comes and goes, and it brings with its silent descent only peace and joy. A civilization has fallen. A world has vanished, but the village reappears. Innocence is restored. Mercy and justice cascade from the sky. We must always keep before us the message of snow. One of the highest purposes of the human artist is to tell us the truths we only momentarily glimpse.
“FITS of anger, vexation, and bitterness against ourselves tend to pride, and they spring from no other source than self-love, which is disturbed and upset at seeing that it is imperfect.”
THE GREATEST fault among those who have a good will is that they wish to be something they cannot be, and do not wish to be what they necessarily must be. They conceive desires to do great things for which, perhaps, no opportunity may ever come to them, and meantime neglect the small which the Lord puts into their hands. There are a thousand little acts of virtue, such as bearing with the importunities and imperfections of our neighbors, not resenting an unpleasant word or a trifling injury, restraining an emotion of anger, mortifying some little affection, some ill-regulated desire to speak or to listen, excusing an indiscretion, or yielding to another in trifles. These are things to be done by all; why not practice them? The occasions for great gains come but rarely, but of little gains many can be made each day; and by managing these little gains with judgment, there are some who grow rich.
