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No Enemies to the Left

The world is a crazy place when the lyrics of “Golden Oldies” make more sense than the newspaper.

  • Posted: August 20, 2020

Saturday Night in Greeley, CO

My wife and I went out for dinner a few nights ago. Dinner out, a familiar ritual transformed. One might imagine sitting down to burgers and beer in the ICU of a mediocre hospital. In earlier times I might have…

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  • Posted: July 6, 2020

Stuck in the Middle with You

Gerry Rafferty’s song – “Stuck in the Middle with You”, resonates in the Time of Coronavirus. “Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right, Here I am stuck in the middle with you”. Is there another choice?

  • Posted: April 29, 2020

Methodist Anschluss

Anschluss is history’s name for the abject surrender of Austria to the Nazi Reich. As the Nazi’s goosestepped into Vienna, Austria’s citizens watched helplessly at something that could have easily been stopped. Is this the fate of the Methodist Church?

  • Posted: February 13, 2020

Trump & Suburban Women – Decision on Cemetery Ridge

It is said that “suburban women” will decide the 2020 Presidential election. Donald Trump & “suburban women” – proof indeed that irony is the gift that just keeps on giving!!

  • Posted: January 6, 2020

California’s Burning – PG&E, Gill Ranch and Me

My heart goes out to the good men and women of PG&E delivering service to their customers. Like their customers, they have been betrayed. Some thoughts on their Generals.

  • Posted: November 11, 2019

It’s Snowing on Thud Ridge

Thud Ridge, like Pickett’s Charge, evokes images of gallant failure. Today’s “Snowflakes” might well ponder the lessons to be learned, the wisdom to be gained.

  • Posted: October 14, 2019

The Making of an Apostle

Peter knew Jesus for three years, but it was on the shores of Galilee that he really came to know Him.

  • Posted: April 15, 2019

We Three Kings of Orient Are

Christmas is here. The sacred and the secular mix in a swirling stew. Everyone has an angle, don’t you know?

  • Posted: December 17, 2018

In Search of Moonbeams and Unicorn Breath

It is getting increasingly difficult to separate reality from make believe. We have been seduced, not that we put up much of a fight. But the sweet nothings our lover whispers into our ear get increasingly hard to believe.

  • Posted: August 22, 2018
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    The Twelfth Department
    By William Ryan

    What happens when we forget, or never bothered to learn, what we believe in and why we believe? What happens when the emotional whirls of Facebook and Twitter are the depths of our understanding? Evil, great evil, is regularly found lurking in the unexamined depths of good intentions. Mathew Arnold put our present political climate in memorable words years ago:

    And we are here as on a darkling plain
    Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
    Where ignorant armies clash by night

    Novels, good stories, provide a lens to see life, including our beliefs, without camouflage. As an example, JRR Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy is one of the finest Bible commentaries ever written. Progressive political ideals may lack in recent electoral success, but have undisputed possession of today’s moral high ground. And while death and taxes may be the only sure bets, the eventual victory of those holding the high ground have very good odds in any battle.
    And so fiction provides a look at eventual victories. There is no question that the outlines of today’s progressive agenda can be clearly seen in other times and places. William Ryan takes us to a time and place fondly imagined, idealized at the time, by the forefather’s of todays progressive leadership. In The Twelfth Department, we see a police captain in 1930’s Moscow. Captain Alexei Korolev is just a man trying to be a good father, a good citizen, a good police officer. In many ways Alexei is a fortunate man, with a good reputation and many more material advantages than the average citizen. But a high profile murder brings him into ambiguous circumstances. The tone of the book is respectful of life in Moscow, with no axes to grind. It is just a portrait of a man trying to do his job, bringing a gruesome killer to justice, among ordinary human beings seeking only to live normal lives in a progressive paradise.

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