I have a collection of blogs that would make a nice book, and they are the new kind, the short kind that I’ve adapted for the modern reader.  It’ll take plenty of editing, but I’m up to it.  Of course, I’m relying on the Holy Spirit, that inspirer of the minds and hearts of Christ’s brothers or followers.

The name of the book is A Way Toward Belief, because the book tends to look at the world spiritually.  I can’t help it; it’s part of my character.  Yet I have to write and participate in life.  May the Lord show me the way to do those two things.

What caught my eye this morning was the egg Challah, braided, on the shelf, and it reminded me of the Swiss Zopf, made the same way with slightly different ingredients.  I splurged and bought one.

It was delicious.  With butter and strawberry preserve, it made my coffee worth a king’s ransom.  But it made me feel guilty.

This is the holy season of Lent, in which you are not supposed to indulge yourself.  However, I made an exception, and may enjoy a Challah again.

Putin sees no other actor in this drama, and no other objective, not even the salvation of his soul, except the acquisition of Ukraine.  It is amazing over what incidentals a man will lose eternity.  That’s a big proposition.

In the mean time I am struggling to acquire the fullness of life, both spiritual, and possibly material in ways that it does not hinder.  Wealth is a mountain, and I don’t want a mountain blocking my view of where life goes on toward the horizon.

Is eternal life available to everybody?  Christ implied it wasn’t (at least St. Peter did) and the Church tells us it’s available for all.  So I want some of it, and it is available on easy terms.  How much?  As much as I can get.

I heard the first Pres. Biden State of the Union speech last night, and was surprised at how often Congress rose to its feet to applause his promises of how well he’d spend our money.  Where’s he going to get it?

I’d rather trust in the care the Holy Spirit provides by enlightening my mind as to what alternatives to choose.  None of this “Biden gave it to you“ stuff for me.  The Republicans didn’t look too thrilled.

The war with Russia is bad, but not yet as bad as WWII.  May we have learned a few recognitions, and the Russians too, the last time.  The Russian soldiers don’t  sound enthusiastic, from what I heard.

When  we used to drive down South, I, being a post-war schoolteacher, chose the least expensive motels.  But I paid for it.  We brought home bed bugs.  I couldn’t stand them, and least of all did I want to leave them to the couple that bought the house from us.  So I paid over $1,000 to exterminate them from our bedroom, their hiding place.

It worked.  What a job, though.  Then we moved, with a clear conscience.  Do unto others….the saying goes, but there’s a lot of wisdom in that Bible.  I am a little wiser with old age, now.  But I paid a price.