Here is an extremely well-done tribute to Ronald Reagan from the Heritage Foundation: The Heritage Foundation Remembers Ronald Reagan.
A wealth of material well-worth your time.
In a previous post, I discussed the intercessions of St. John the Wonderworker, and how this saint was watching over my family and how through his prayers, God was caring for us.
Today I was offered the second part-time job for which I’d applied. I, of course, accepted.
To all those who had joined their prayers for us with those of the Theotokos and St. John, I offer our thanks.
Glory be to God!
If it’s true that when it comes to prayer, there are no coincidences, then last night was very much an answer to prayer.
We experienced the first night in which neither Anna nor myself went to check on Sofie. We can’t say for sure that Sofie slept through the night–though it seems like she did–but she never once woke enough to spend more than just a few moments crying.
When Sofie was first born, the adjustment to daytime wakefulness and nighttime sleeping was, for us firsttime parents, a brutal experience. I didn’t know you could be so sleep-deprived and not lose your mind. But once Sofie’s sleep rhythms resembled less a vampiric one and more a human one, the nighttime wakings and feedings were almost as regular as clockwork.
Then came the Christmas holidays. And while she stayed on her sleep cycle for most of our two weeks with family, by the time we returned home, things had begun to get out of sync. We were home five days, and then we went to San Diego for about a week. Then once we got home from San Diego, the very next day Anna and Sofie flew home to see Anna’s brother, Delane. Then it was three weeks all day at the babysitter’s, and so it went.
Excerpts from Ronald Reagan’s Farewell Address:
This is the 34th time I’ll speak to you from the Oval Office and the last. We’ve been together eight years now, and soon it’ll be time for me to go. But before I do, I wanted to share some thoughts, some of which I’ve been saving for a long time.
It’s been the honor of my life to be your president. So many of you have written the past few weeks to say thanks, but I could say as much to you. Nancy and I are grateful for the opportunity you gave us to serve. . . .
I post here for your perusal several links to articles critically examining the arguments surrounding women’s ordination. (Props to David Mills & Co. at Touchstone)
Rev. Dr Rodney A. Whitacre, The Biblical Vision Regarding Women’s Ordination
Stephen B. Clark, Man and Woman in Christ
E. L. Mascall, Women priests
And the Episcopal priest at Pontifications has written, Catholicity or female priests? Must the choice be made?
(I also commend to you, because God language is so often brought into these discussions, another of the Pontificator’s writings: I love my Mom, but I don’t want her to be my God)
Excerpts from Ronald Reagan’s Second Inaugural Address:
My fellow citizens, our nation is poised for greatness. We must do what we know is right, and do it with all our might. Let history say of us: “These were golden years–when the American Revolution was reborn, when freedom gained new life, and America reached for her best.” . . .
At the heart of our efforts is one idea vindicated by 25 straight months of economic growth: Freedom and incentives unleash the drive and entrepreneurial genius that are the core of human progress. We have begun to increase the rewards for work, savings, and investment; reduce the increase in the cost and size of government and its interference in people’s lives. We must simplify our tax system, make it more fair and bring the rates down for all who work and earn. We must think anew and move with a new boldness, so every American who seeks work can find work, so the least among us shall have an equal chance to achieve the greatest things–to be heroes who heal our sick, feed the hungry, protect peace among nations, and leave this world a better place.
The time has come for a new American emancipation–a great national drive to tear down economic barriers and liberate the spirit of enterprise in the most distressed areas of our country. My friends, together we can do this, and do it we must, so help me God.
[Note: I have written of my journey to Antioch, still very much under way. But my account of my attraction to and movement toward Orthodoxy is only the last of a trilogy, which includes an account of my childhood and early adulthood in the Restoration Movement church (this present series), and an account of my attraction to the Anglican tradition and my confirmation in the Episcopal Church. These three sets of autobiographical essays were originally conceived during the summer of 2000. I was then extremely disillusioned with the Episcopal Church, after having had one term at seminary, was looking into Orthodoxy, and wanted to come to some sense of assessment in all this. I wanted to understand whence I had come, what then preoccupied me, and reflect on where I might find myself. The three separate essays were written within several months, and they've seen many revisions since then. This is the first part of the account of my Restoration Movement heritage.]
I was born at 11:09 am, Thursday morning, 21 September 1967 in Wichita, Kansas. I was born a few weeks premature. My dad was working out in the field on my grandpa’s farm when my mom went into labor, and they had to race to get him in a world before cellphones. At birth I had some breathing problems, so I remained in the hospital for several days. But soon I was brought to a loving Christian home.
Excerpts from Ronald Reagan’s First Inaugural Address:
In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem; government is the problem. From time to time we’ve been tempted to believe that society has become too complex to be managed by self-rule, that government by an elite group is superior to government for, by, and of the people. Well, if no one among us is capable of governing himself, then who among us has the capacity to govern someone else? All of us together, in and out of government, must bear the burden. The solutions we seek must be equitable, with no one group singled out to pay a higher price.
We hear much of special interest groups. Well, our concern must be for a special interest group that has been too long neglected. It knows no sectional boundaries or ethnic and racial divisions, and it crosses political party lines. It is made up of men and women who raise our food, patrol our streets, man our mines and factories, teach our children, keep our homes, and heal us when we’re sick–professionals, industrialists, shopkeepers, clerks, cabbies, and truck drivers. They are, in short, “we the people,” this breed called Americans. . . .
It’s time to take stock once more of the developments of the last few months. The last entry in the series, brought things up to mid-March (although I added this mid-April post summarizing our activities during the Triduum and Pascha, since that was also a significant step along the journey toward Orthodoxy). At that point, the Healy’s as a family were going regularly to Sunday Liturgy, Anna had gotten involved in the moms-and-tots group, and I was reading St. Theophan the Recluse’s The Spiritual Life with some of the men of the parish.
And in the last few weeks, I’ve been granted some significant glimpses of Anna’s journey.
Here are excerpts from Ronald Reagan’s Speech on the 40th Anniversary of D-Day (Point du Hoc):
The men of Normandy had faith that what they were doing was right, faith that they fought for all humanity, faith that a just God would grant them mercy on this beachhead or on the next. It was the deep knowledge–and pray God we have not lost it–that there is a profound, moral difference between the use of force for liberation and the use of force for conquest. You were here to liberate, not to conquer, and so you and those others did not doubt your cause. And you were right not to doubt.
You all knew that some things are worth dying for. One’s country is worth dying for, and democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man. All of you loved liberty. All of you were willing to fight tyranny, and you knew the people of your countries were behind you.
The Americans who fought here that morning knew word of the invasion was spreading through the darkness back home. They thought–or felt in their hearts, though they couldn’t know in fact, that in Georgia they were filling the churches at 4 a.m., in Kansas they were kneeling on their porches and praying, and in Philadelphia they were ringing the Liberty Bell.
Something else helped the men of D-Day: their rock-hard belief that Providence would have a great hand in the events that would unfold here; that God was an ally in this great cause. And so, the night before the invasion, when Colonel Wolverton asked his parachute troops to kneel with him in prayer he told them: Do not bow your heads, but look up so you can see God and ask His blessing in what we’re about to do. Also that night, General Matthew Ridgway on his cot, listening in the darkness for the promise God made to Joshua: “I will not fail thee nor forsake thee.”