Philippians 4:8, "Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy—meditate on these things."

Saturday, October 18, 2003

Note to Al-Qaeda: We're still singing God Bless America at the seventh inning stretch; we still mean it; God still listens.

Friday, October 17, 2003

I wish now I knew the man's name.

He was an older man wearing a red baseball cap at Rubio's Baja Grill, where I took my family for lunch today. On the cap was an Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, and diamond with the numeral '1' inside it. Written vertically on the numeral was the word "Guadalcanal." Elsewhere on the cap were symbols of rank, and "Korea."

I walked right up to his table, held out my hand and said, "Semper Fidelis." He jumped up liked he was sitting on a spring, and replied in like fashion. We had a brief conversation, and I communicated to him my thanks for his service, and how I thank God for men like him. He acted like I had made his day, but the truth is he made mine. He was an incredibly gracious man, and of all things he called me "Sir."

Then I took the opportunity to tell my family how the word Guadalcanal got onto the division patch of the 1st Marine Division, and what it meant to serve in that marvelous organization in the Korean War. I had to stop once to compose myself, thinking about the living evidence of courage sitting a few tables away, but I got the word out.

Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Another excerpt from Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre. The setting: our heroine has just lost it all - betrayed by her fiance, Mr. Rochester, bereft of her fortune, and having no employment nor friends in the world, she takes time to pray:

"Worn out with this of thought, I rose to my knees. Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence. I had risen to my knees to pray for Mr. Rochester. Looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky-way. Remembering what it was - what countless systems there swept space like a soft trace of light- I felt the might and strength of God. Sure was I of His efficiency to save what He had made: convinced I grew that neither earth should perish, nor one of the souls it treasured. I turned my prayer to thanksgiving: the Source of Life was also the Saviour of spirits. Mr. Rochester was safe: he was God's and by God would he be guarded. I again nestled to the breast of the hill; and ere long, in sleep, forgot sorrow."

It seems that Miss Eyre is passing her evidence testing. Philippians 2:3-4.