Worth reading is the biography of Henry Fred Gerecke, a US Army chaplain assigned to minister to the Nazi officials tried for war crimes at Nuremberg, a job for which no sane person would volunteer. Gerecke spoke fluent German, so he couldn’t duck the bullet. On the other hand, he had a limited engagement but very captive congregation.
"My letters and papers are here in the disembodied space shared with drifting astronauts like you. Messages in a bottle. It’s easier to be brave here. Simpler to speak my mind here. I admit it. Would it be different in front of a crowd? An interrogator? A gun?"
🔥 Dude you know the Rush song I'm thinking of here. A couple lines in one song that encapsulates what you are saying here. Well done. 💯🙂💥
I took an early interest in reading history and I often wondered how would I would handle it (at 56, I've lived enough to have been tested, so I no longer wonder).
A few years ago, I read "In Harm's Way" about the sinking of the USS Indianapolis. Many men who succumbed in the water were the younger, supposedly stronger crew members. What the youngest sailors had in youthful vitality they lacked in character and fortitude.
Having defined their "truth," the older, senior members of the crew were better able to sustain themselves and many of their shipmates.
Our society’s fetish for youth is really myopic. When people say, “OH, how I wish I were 20-something again!” I think, “NO WAY!!” Now, my 20s were good, but nothing would make me trade it for growth and learning I’ve had since.
Truth. What is it? Through my life truth has become a more clouded proposition. The prolification of social media may have contributed to my belief but I am not sure. Came across this etymological statement,
"The Greek word for “truth” is aletheia, which refers to “divine revelation” and is related to a word that literally means “what can’t be hidden.” It conveys the thought that truth is always there, always open and available for all to see, with nothing being hidden or obscured. The Hebrew word for “truth” is emeth, which means “firmness,” “constancy” and “duration.” Such a definition implies an everlasting substance and something that can be relied upon",
helps clear the air.
For me I can wait (for as long as I have left) and see what is revealed.
Worth reading is the biography of Henry Fred Gerecke, a US Army chaplain assigned to minister to the Nazi officials tried for war crimes at Nuremberg, a job for which no sane person would volunteer. Gerecke spoke fluent German, so he couldn’t duck the bullet. On the other hand, he had a limited engagement but very captive congregation.
This was a welcome read right now. Cheers!
👏👏👏👏👏👏🙏🏻🧠 Bravo!
"My letters and papers are here in the disembodied space shared with drifting astronauts like you. Messages in a bottle. It’s easier to be brave here. Simpler to speak my mind here. I admit it. Would it be different in front of a crowd? An interrogator? A gun?"
🔥 Dude you know the Rush song I'm thinking of here. A couple lines in one song that encapsulates what you are saying here. Well done. 💯🙂💥
yes!
“When the truth comes I hope I can rise to the occasion.”
Marline Dietrich?
Smoking!
I took an early interest in reading history and I often wondered how would I would handle it (at 56, I've lived enough to have been tested, so I no longer wonder).
A few years ago, I read "In Harm's Way" about the sinking of the USS Indianapolis. Many men who succumbed in the water were the younger, supposedly stronger crew members. What the youngest sailors had in youthful vitality they lacked in character and fortitude.
Having defined their "truth," the older, senior members of the crew were better able to sustain themselves and many of their shipmates.
Experience ain't cheap and when you need to cash in, it pays dividends you didn't realize were possible to pay.
Our society’s fetish for youth is really myopic. When people say, “OH, how I wish I were 20-something again!” I think, “NO WAY!!” Now, my 20s were good, but nothing would make me trade it for growth and learning I’ve had since.
Metaxas’s book on old Dietrich is one of the best biographies I’ve ever read. Couldn’t put it down.
Truth. What is it? Through my life truth has become a more clouded proposition. The prolification of social media may have contributed to my belief but I am not sure. Came across this etymological statement,
"The Greek word for “truth” is aletheia, which refers to “divine revelation” and is related to a word that literally means “what can’t be hidden.” It conveys the thought that truth is always there, always open and available for all to see, with nothing being hidden or obscured. The Hebrew word for “truth” is emeth, which means “firmness,” “constancy” and “duration.” Such a definition implies an everlasting substance and something that can be relied upon",
helps clear the air.
For me I can wait (for as long as I have left) and see what is revealed.
🔥