Agatha Christie: Five Decades of Mysteries

Agatha Christie's creation
Hercule Poirot

To me, Agatha Christie was the Master of Mysteries. I know Poe came first. But his stories were more puzzles. He didn’t focus on mysteries like Agatha, or rather, the Grand Dame, did. Dr. Conan Doyle, with Sherlock, brought us the great detective story. But Agatha gave us three major detectives or couples, including Hercule Poirot, Miss Marple, and the ones I loved, Tommy and Tuppence. She brought the mysteries into our homes. At least the homes in England. And her detectives

Recently my sweet wife brought home a book that I think is a treasure. Agatha Christie: Murder in the Making by John Curran. Continue reading “Agatha Christie: Five Decades of Mysteries”

Remembering Their Sacrifice on Memorial Day

Memorial Day
Veterans’ graves

Today, we in the United States celebrate Memorial Day by remembering their sacrifice.  It is the day we’ve set aside to remember our soldiers who gave their lives in service. It is the day dedicate to remembering what we cannot forget every other day of the year.

The loss of the incalculable treasure of our young men and women.

When I think about these soldiers, I think of the sacrifice they and their families made for so many, Continue reading “Remembering Their Sacrifice on Memorial Day”

Christmas Is a Promise

(First posted December 2013. I wanted to revisit a Christmas post from a few years back that is just as pertinent today.)

At Christmas, it’s easy to get caught up in all the celebration and miss the real meaning. Our lives are so busy and sometimes, when life is rough, it hits hardest at Christmas. Our non-Christian friends will look at us not understanding why we say they should  have hope when their world gets rocked. Sometimes it seems that Christians get a reputation of being people who blindly follow without closely examining their faith.

“Your church is great when everything is going well, but what about in my life? When things get off track? It just won’t fit.”

How do you find God at the children’s cancer ward, the mortuary, Christmas morning after a bitter divorce, or a night at the bar? After calling nine one one, or an ambush in (fill in the city).

Praising God is easy(?) in church on Sunday morning, but does He really exist in our world, now?

To me, in any circumstances, I have to praise Him, proclaim him. I’ve met Him.

I can’t say He doesn’t exist. I’ve met Him.

I can’t say He’s not relevant today. I’ve met Him.

I can’t say He doesn’t care. I’ve met Him.

And He’s given us all a message that he’s here with us, in any situation. Even in a manger. Emmanuel doesn’t just speak about His physical presence, but also His emotional presence. He does care.

That’s what Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s poem “I Heard the Bells” was all about. He was one of America’s most beloved poets, but his life had been rocked the year he wrote this. His wife had died and the Civil War had just broken out.

Where does anyone go to look for hope at a time like that?

In two of the strangest, most illogical places. A manger and a cross.

Jesus is still here with us. Just sometimes it’s hard to see Him through the dust, smoke, and tears.

Click here to hear Bing Crosby’s rendition.

After a year of hate, peace on earth. What a great dream. And a Divine promise.

I’d like to wish all of you a Merry Christmas and a super New Year. And please leave a comment below.