Bright smile, loud coos

The baby babbled in his crib.

Mother with twisted brow

Only saw the right, clubbed foot.


Peaceful sheen upon her face

Daughter lay injured in bed.

Father with twisted brow

Focused on the bandaged head.


Wedded bliss of sixty years

The widow, cold in polished box.

The husband with twisted brow

Mourned his loss, nor looked ahead.


Serene amidst the smoking ruins

Her homestead smoldered, memories now.

Twin sister with twisted brow

Anguished, hopelessly in fear.


The Son crucified on man-made tree

Spoke “it is finished”-victory.

Do we look with twisted brow

Or is his peace ours to stay?

                                   BY, JED N. SNYDER, Copyrighted.



Fall and raking leaves always reminds me of my childhood and the fun we had at my house raking and playing in the leaves.  I may have mentioned this before, but I lived in a big old house with lots of big old maple trees around the yard. Of course, as soon as it started getting cold, the leaves started falling, and falling and falling. and we raked and raked and raked. We kids always had fun raking leaves with my Dad and sometime my Mom because once the leaves were raked into a big pile in the front yard, we could jump in them from the porch railing which was at least 8 feet of the ground.  Once we go tired of jumping and the leaves started breaking up and getting old, then we had a big bon fire and we could all rake leaves into the fire.  In those days, you didn’t need a fire permit, they just expected you to have enough common sense not to burn on windy and dry days.  Plus there were always plenty of people around, especially kids, since my house was the gathering place.  Then, and maybe I mentioned this, it was time to play football in the front yard.  We couldn’t play in the back, because that was where the garden was.  At first, it was just my father against my brother and I, but as we grew older, other kids on the street joined in.  Our last game would be at Thanksgiving after dinner and a break and anyone who wanted to, could play.  Eventually, as my sister and 2nd brother and more friends came along, it got wilder and bigger.  Then we added 3 more brothers, and we had to take the game to the field at the end of our dead end street.  And of course, some of their friends came also.  My father played until he was about 80. When my kids came alone, and we were able to go home for thanksgiving they all played also.  You will be interested to know that a few times, we even made the papers.  And it game is still going on every Thanksgiving, in the afternoon, with all the folks between around age 7 to age 70, who want to play, taking part.  Since our Thanksgiving gathering usually involves about 50 people, our large family plus girl friends and boy friends, etc, there are usually at least 25 willing to play.  We no longer meet at our old home, even though my mom still lives there, but we usually gather at a local room at a restaurant and then go to a family home and nearby field for football and desert.  FAMILY IS SO IMPORTANT IN OUR LIVES, THE CELEBRATE THE GOOD THINGS THAT HAPPEN TO YOU, AND FORGIVE THE STUPID THINGS YOU DO, AND GIVE YOU COMPASION AND PRAYER WHEN THINGS GO WRONG.   FRIENDS COME AND GO, BUT FAMILY (USUALLY) ARE THERE FOR YOU.


“For present-day humanity is sick and incapable of handling its affairs-it can no longer cope with life, So a new approach is necessary, a more intensive method.  Humans must be shown how to help themselves; they must be spiritually and physically strengthened in order to rise to full stature.  This involves education toward self-reliance, responsibility, judgment, conscience; education that will instill good-neighborliness and eliminate the countless forms of superficial thinking and MASS-MINDEDNESS; education toward transcendence, purposeful education toward perfect adulthood, education toward GOD.  All these things are intimately connected and you cannot have one without the others.  Only a person with a certain SPIRITUAL AWARENESS, however small, is fit to accept the WORD OF GOD AND FULFILL THE DIVINE ORDER IN HIS EVERYDAY LIFE. For no order can be achieved except in accordance with GOD’S law.  The new order of the world must be based on the historical fulfillment of the order of God, otherwise it will be just another edifice on shifting sand doomed to destruction like the rest.  Human regeneration must come from within according to the pattern which defines us as being created in God’s image.  OTHERWISE HISTORY WILL REPEAT ITSELF, AND WE SHALL BE FACED WITH FURTHER MADNESS AND CONFUSION. 

Sound like something we need in this day and time?  This was written by Father Delp in 1945. he was a German Jesuit priest condemned to death by the Nazis in Berlin, Germany.


Let us pray in Christ for all those who are in need of God’s care and protection today:

Response:  Lord, answer those who seek you!

For those whose work leads them daily into danger:-protect them and grant peace of mind to their loved ones. R/

For those who serve in the military, especially in areas of violence: -protect them and grant peace of mind to their loved ones. R/

For those who live in fear, especially in homes plagues by domestic violence:-protect them and grant peace of mind to their loved ones. R/

For Christians who are being persecuted in the Middle East” -;protect them and grant peace of mind to their loved ones. R/






“We are reminded that life is both precious, and vulnerable”…… The question may be asked how do we promote a respect for life? I believe that this begins to happen when we accept, and respect ourselves. In prayer, may we begin to see ourselves, or continue to see ourselves as beloved sons and daughters of God, may we love ourselves dearly. This is not being selfish. Jesus tells us to love our neighbor as ourselves. This can be difficult, it includes acceptance, and forgiveness. It is the work of a lifetime. I know this to be a fact, because for most of my adult faith journey, I did not like myself, or accept myself. In the past few years, by the grace of God, I have begun to see my dignity, and appreciate my life. May this be true of us all.” by Father Joseph.