It is late. I’m tired. A front is moving in so my sinuses are complaining. But – – – it has been a productive day – and it was good.
Pulling out an old recipe to make a Grandma Mickey cake. Fussing with a “new” stove that doesn’t register the correct temperature or time. Laughing at a silly chipmunk who thought “daring” the dogs was a good idea. Taking time to read a few snippets from Madeleine L’Engle’s “Herself”, a book on the craft of writing.
There are many books about the craft of writing. There are few books that talk about “serving the craft” and the “Creator” who inspires our bumbling attempts to serve Him and the gift He has given us.
Today’s Ration is one of those few books that does both as well. This pocket-sized book served its craft during the war years, just as it can still serves us now. It also inspires us to seek the Creator who sustained them during the war years and challenges us to continue to seek Him still.
Great books don’t have to be thick tomes to impart wisdom that can last ages. Sometimes they are just 100 page in small print that can fit in a pocket of a person who has chosen to serve.
1942 Daily Rations: Read: St. Mark 12:28-34
” ‘Thou salt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength; this is the first commandment. And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these.’~St. Mark 12:30,31
“Many people have recently asked, ‘How can I believe in God with all this cruelty and suffering in the world?’ A keener thinker has said, ‘Had this world crash not come, I must have doubted God.’
“In a newsreel we saw the magnificent Tacoma bridge swaying ad buckling in a high gale. At last the tortured roadway cracked in two and whipped down into Puget Sound like a pair of giant flails. Why?
“The engineers know why. Nothing wrong with the great towers. The powerful cables held, but the sidesway, the tendency of the roadway to ripple under rhythmic beats and wind stress had been miscalculated.
“With biting cleverness Chesterton says: ‘When a fool jumps off a cliff, he doesn’t break the law of gravity; he illustrates it!
“Our civilization had plenty of materials – – – more than any other age – – – but erected contrary to God’s purpose. The crash has cost untellable millions of lives. But what if the crash had not come? Could we still believe in a wise and good God, a God who is not mocked?”