Another Treasure in the Trove
Not long ago I blogged about my determination to clean out two areas of my home that had become overburdened with just too much stuff. In the last few days, I have made some additional progress largely aided by my kind nephew who has gifted me with his organizational ability, his "let's get the task done" attitude, and his masculine brawn. In giving Nathan some instruction about what to put where, I noticed a small collection of books. I picked them up, dusted off the covers, and began to explore my find. While five of the volumes have now made it into my home, one in particular caught my eye: The Road to Victory: The Second Front of Prayer by Francis J. Spellman, then Archbishop of New York, copyright 1942. I turned to the Table of Contents and was immediately captivated. As I perused the book, I found the words written there to be as fresh today as they were when first penned. Here is an excerpt from the chapter entitled A Sacred Trust. I shared it on my radio broadcast today. I would be interested to know what you think of the thoughts and truths it conveys: The Church has not failed in its mission to men but men and nations have failed to follow God. Men and nations have rebelled against God and have cried out in the words of Lucifer transformed into Satan, "We will not serve." Nations have unjustly and cruelly sought to extend their boundaries by recourse to arms in the most widespread, devastating war in history, which if it be not Armageddon, is certainly its vestibule. The Church should have no sword save the Sword of the Spirit. Her mission is promoted by no other weapons save those her Divine Founder left to her: the might of Truth and the disarming power of Charity. These are her entire armament... The Church, as a voice crying in the wilderness of modern paganism, should not cease to enunciate as the first requisite for real progress the remaking of society, the necessity of personal and moral reform. Without moral standards and faithful, prayerful adherence to those standards, men considered either as individuals or as members of political and national groups, are but building their own life structures, and their national structures, on sand and on quicksand. Would that these words would have been heeded. Would that they would be heeded now.