In the middle of our weekend mini-vacation with family, we ventured north from San Antonio to the historic town of Fredericksburg, TX. It was a perfect afternoon: bright blue skies, colored leaves falling to the street, temperature in the low 70's, joyful window shopping...perfect.
Before leaving town I just had to get a visit in to the Blessed Sacrament to give thanks. We trekked to the spire and found ourselves at St. Mary's Church. As usual, I ran to check the front doors...all locked :(
My jaw dropped and I gave a big "THANK YOU" heavenward. The work of this blog was confirmed!!! This German settlement gets it right. Seven colors on the rainbow, the Alpha and Omega and Our Lord and the Cross....it was all there. Thank you Anton and Marianna Weinheimer for the gift of this stained glass classic.
|The stained glass window over the right front door entrance...|
St. Mary's Roman Catholic Church, Fredericksburg, Texas, USA
It reminds me of a American baseball game—we are losing by 3, it's the bottom of the ninth, bases are loaded, there are two outs and the count is three balls and two strikes...the tension is almost too much to take. We foul off one pitch after another in the hope that a grooved one will eventually lead to a grand slam walk off homer that wins the World Series. I might add to this extended metaphor the following: In the crowd of 60,000 only 1,000 are rooting for us; the rain is falling in buckets so that the bat is slipping in our hands and our feet are mired in the soggy batter's box. Oh, and let us not forget that even our own dugout has players who have placed heavy bets on our loss and that the runners on 1st and 3rd are on the take. Our one chance at victory is a gamer...wait...the batter is called back to the dugout...
Then the public address system booms the following: Ladies and Gentlemen, now batting for the New World's Catholic Yankees... Number 33, Jesus Christ, Number 33. One pitch is all it takes….VICTORY IS OURS!
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As I am assembling this blog entry I just chanced upon something really painful. It is news of an event that confirms for me, the fact that "The Corps has." Any West Point grad will know immediately what I am talking about. It is a tongue-in-cheek acknowledgment that the line had been crossed forever...that the wall of sacred tradition has been breached...that the Old Corps is no more.
They used to tell us (USMA '81) that West Point reflects the state of the society that keeps it in existance. I was always leery of that premise, but in never hit four square until now. Today, the day I witness to you the confirmation FOR BETTER above, is the same day that a shameful false witness happens in the vaulted Cadet Chapel.
Wikipedia is so on this...amazing, it hasn't even happened yet...
|And Jesus wept...|
Call me intolerant, call me hate-filled, call me whatever you like, for it just doesn't matter. What I write comes from my heart and my heart 'ain't a changin.'
Today I am making my Alamo stand. I offer my Ode to West Point...a poem that was a long time coming.
The shortest verse in Sacred Scripture is the three words of John 11:35...And Jesus wept...
Well today, December 1, 2012 is a day that will live in infamy for today, the Long Gray Line weeps.
Ode to West Point
From the blog at http://rightontheleftcoast.blogspot.com/2007/10/corps-has.html comes the quote "West Point NEEDS someone to ROCK our stonewalled campus."
coming in glory,
on his rainbow throne.