Articles For Heart Mind Soul

Letter to the Editor, Conveying compliments  Let us reclaim the delights of chivalry and gentility.  In our age of real worries and fears about sexual predators and abusers, we’ve lost the ability to admire each other; to enjoy authentically and purely being congenial with compliments because it gives us joy to admire that which is beautiful, good and true about a person. Men should express this admiration with a genuine gentlemanly compliment and women with the graciousness and gentility becoming of a lady. Think of your wife or husband, mother or father, sister or brother, and imagine how you’d feel if someone said to them what you’re about to say. Choose your words wisely based on how well you know the other person, and the degree of friendship you have. An honest self-inventory is needed. Examine your motives; otherwise, keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself. You’re entitled to absolutely nothing at someone else’s expense.  Recall how in old black and

Letter to the Editor, Apples and Oranges How can anyone take seriously a cable-news-network that brands itself with commercials about fruits? Well, that’s what CNN has done. Those commercials are corny, okay corn is a vegetable. They’ve gone fruity! Fruit loops! CNN has gone dippy, loopy, crazy and cockamamie, off the radar. First the infamous Apples vs. Bananas ad: It starts with a red-colored apple, and then the narrator explains: “This is an apple. Some people might try to tell you that it’s a banana. They might scream “banana, banana, banana” over and over and over again. They might put BANANA in all caps. You might even start to believe that this is a banana. But it’s not. This is an apple.”  Then came the Banana ad: It starts with a yellow-colored banana peel then the narrator explains: “Some people might try to tell you that this is an apple.  It might even start as a joke . But when they say it over and over and over again, and people start to believe

Letter to the Editor, It doesn’t make any sense Q: You’re against the death penalty? A: Yes. Q: But you’re for abortion? A:  It’s a woman’s right to have an abortion. Q:  A convicted criminal that’s been found guilty by a jury of his or her peers and has been sentenced to the death penalty by the laws of that state should be allowed to live, but an innocent baby growing and developing in his or her mother’s womb should be allowed to be killed. A: That’s not right. Q: What’s right? A: (Silence) Q: You’re against war? A: Yes. Q: But you’re for assisted suicide? A: It’s a person’s right to die with dignity. Q: We shouldn’t defend ourselves against those who use aggression and force to bring death and destruction upon us, but we should kill someone who says they want to die because us killing them is something dignified to do. A: That’s not right. Q: What’s right? A: (Silence) Q: You’re against torture? A: Yes. Q: But you’re fo

Letter to the Editor, A Tale of Two Officers Once upon a time there lived a Courageous Officer named Arnaud Beltrame and a Cowardly Officer named Scot Peterson. It so happened that the Courageous Officer lived in southern France and the Cowardly Officer lived in the southern United States. It is sad to say that the home of the brave was not in the United States but rather it was in France. One day, as fate would have it, it was Ash Wednesday and Saint Valentine’s Day, while the Cowardly Officer was patrolling outside a school in the City of Parkland in the State of Florida shots rang out and he froze in fear and made a decisive cowardly act to hide behind the walls in safety and security and allow the students he was supposed to protect with his life instead be shot to death. He was the Cowardly Officer who chose that day to save himself; instead of possibly saving some of those 17 victims from death by the active shooter inside the school. On anoth

From Cami Murphy - Lectio Divina I would like to share with you a communication, through lectio divina/journaling, that I had with the Lord a week or so ago. I read John 1:1-5 one day, and as I read it over and over and sought the Lord's personal word to me, I was moved by the Holy Spirit to pray:  "Lord, please  graft  Your Word on my heart."  I felt an intense desire for union with the Lord as Eternal and Incarnate Word. As I journaled, seeking to understand what the Lord wanted to say to me, I remembered the visions of rivers of blood that the visionaries of Kibeho, Rwanda had in the early 80's. The Blessed Mother, under the name of Mother of the Word, appeared to some high school girls, and at some point in the period of apparitions, the girls had these visions of rivers of blood. In 1994 the visions of the rivers of blood became a reality when the majority of the ruling tribe in Rwanda, the Hutus, slaughtered more than 800,000 members of the minorit