On this day in 1947, The Diary of a Young Girl (better known as The Diary of Anne Frank) was published in the Netherlands not without difficulty. It was three years before it was published in Germany and France and another two years before it was released in the United States. Why would anyone want to read what a little girl was thinking and living self-quarantined in a cramped space for two years before her arrest to death not long after? Apparently a great many people then and now.
According to an article on Wikipedia, “The poet, John Berryman called the book a unique depiction, not merely of adolescence but of the ‘conversion of a child into a person as it is happening in a precise, confident, economical style stunning in its honesty.’ In her introduction to the diary’s first American edition, Eleanor Roosevelt described it as ‘one of the wisest and most moving commentaries on war and its impact on human beings that I have ever read.’”
Her experience, attitude, and wisdom gives strength and hope during this ongoing coronavirus captivity we that seemingly affects everyone and every thing.
WISE WORDS by Anne Frank:
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.”
“In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
“Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.”
“The good news is that you don’t know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!”
Last weekend we had our best attendance since Ash Wednesday. The use of hand sanitizer, face masks, and staying at least six feet away from people not living in the same household seems to be working well. Sudden increases in the number of cases is most likely related to situations where protocols are ignored. Pictures of some folks in the City of Brotherly who rented a dumpster, filled it with water, and partied appear to be three years old.
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Jesus entered Jericho and was passing through it. A man was there named Zacchaeus; he was a chief tax-collector and was rich. He was trying to see who Jesus was, but on account of the crowd he could not, because he was short in stature. So he ran ahead and climbed a sycamore tree to see him, because he was going to pass that way. When Jesus came to the place, he looked up and said to him, ‘Zacchaeus, hurry and come down; for I must stay at your house today.’ So he hurried down and was happy to welcome him. All who saw it began to grumble and said, ‘He has gone to be the guest of one who is a sinner.’ Zacchaeus stood there and said to the Lord, ‘Look, half of my possessions, Lord, I will give to the poor; and if I have defrauded anyone of anything, I will pay back four times as much.’ Then Jesus said to him, ‘Today salvation has come to this house, because he too is a son of Abraham. For the Son of Man came to seek out and to save the lost.’ (Luke 19:1-10)
POEM of the DAY:
A Eucharistic Urgency
What if you were a good man after all?
a gentleman misjudged,
a generous person envied,
an authentic man wrongly accused?
What if it wasn’t fear of the crowd
but only your short stature
and your bottomless curiosity
that pushed you up the sycamore tree?
And what if the Master, passing through,
intuiting the sincere beauty that you were,
looked up – longing to meld his loving gaze to yours –
and spoke out your radical goodness
with prophetic courage?
Now I can see the Master
ripping through thick layers
of biased fear, unfounded,
looking beyond the crowd’s ugly thoughts and words of suspicion,
looking beyond the grumbling and gossip,
looking beyond labels and stereotypes.
Now I can hear the Master
speaking in eloquent silence
syllables that resurrect:
“Zaccheus, I know you are really not what they say you are.
You’re all right in my book. Hurry. Come down. I will dine with you, today.”
Pulled back down to earth
from between and betwixt twisted branches and leafs
the mid-air adventure
morphs into a simple banquet
of broken bread, overflowing wine.
and shared conversation.
A taste of eucharist!
a transformed people
no longer a crowd but a community
blessed with a fresh consciousness
and a new vision
big enough to see that perhaps
this is the story
not of a repentant sinner
but of a hidden saint,
— Philip Chircop, SJ
PRAYER of the DAY:
Praise to You, Living God,
All praised be Your name,
Who was, and is, and is to be,
For aye the same.
The one eternal God,
Ere ought that now appears:
The First, the Last, beyond all thought
Your timeless years.
Formless, all lovely forms
Declare Your loveliness;
Holy, all holiness of earth
Does Yours express.
Lo, You are God of all!
Creation speaks Your praise
And everywhere above, below,
Your will obeys.
Your spirit now flows free,
High surging where it will:
In prophet’s word You spoke of old,—
And You speak still.
Established is Your law,
And changeless it shall stand,
Deep writ upon the human heart
On sea or land.
Eternal life You have
Implanted in the soul;
Your love shall be our strength and stay
While ages roll.
Praise be to You, O God!
All praised be Your name,
Who was, and is, and is to be
For aye the same!
— Daniel Ben Judah (c. 14th-century)
Today is June Lockhart’s 95th Birthday. Besides stage, screen, and voice roles, she is best remember for 84 episodes as Maureen Robinson in Lost in Space and 200 episodes as Ruth Martin in Lassie.
Which reminds me ….
Why are Lab-Collie crosses so good in teams?
They’re natural Collaboradors!
At the end of the day, a Border Collie reported back to the rancher, “All 50 sheep accounted for, boss!” “Wait, I only have 48 sheep!” he replied. “I know,” said the dog, “but I rounded them up.”
Finally… Two dogs and a cat came to the Pearly Gates seeking admission to Heaven. Even though we know all dogs go to Heaven, God Himself decided to hear their appeal from His judgement seat.
The St Bernard said “I was a valued rescue dog and helped rescue many people through the years including four Dominican nuns trapped in an avalanche. “Very, VERY good!” God said. “Come in!”
Lassie spoke next. “I did what my family asked me to do. I brought joy and laughter into their lives. Only you know how many times I saved Timmy’s life.” God replied, “You ARE such a GOOD BOY! Welcome home!”
Then it was the cat’s turn. “Why should we let you in?” asked God. The cat answered,
“Well actually, I think you’re in my chair.”
THE REST OF THE STORY:
According to Ken Jennings, Timmy never fell into a well, but did manage to fall in the following (a partial list): two lakes, a gap between two railroad cars, two abandoned mines, quicksand, and a badger hole.