New Book "From My Father's House" by J.N. Sullivan

Woody Norman and ARCHDEACON BOOKS announce the publication of a new novel by J.N. Sullivan.

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The High Horse

The High Horse

Berating those who disagree,

With perceived self-insight

Of the highest degree,

Loathes he any opposition with all might.

When speaking to followers of the way,

He chastises their beliefs, of course,

Keeping criticism of the prophet at bay,

While seated regally on his own high horse.

“Detruncations and any violence you should expect.

Your crusades a despicable volition.

It is pass time for that sect

To play out its true core and mission.”

Only with inner municipiorum he sees

Identity with those the majority he thinks oppresses.

But to prophet he prays on his knees,

At the way he explicitly down dresses.

When other varia are killed or suffer,

When national protectors downed,

Ignores them he, creating a buffer,

Not to tilt his anointed crown.

Redefining lone lupus triumphs,

While hugging the mater proditionem,

Showing contempt for traditional roots, he trumps

The nation's heart and soul with ad hominem.

“I am the new way of thinking,

My purpose to cleanse the nation.

Purging history, and it linking

To radical and complete transformation.”

American Friends of the Czech Republic

The Summer 2015 Newsletter of the AMERICAN FRIENDS OF THE CZECH REPUBLIC contains a brief article about U.S. Ambassador William Jelks Cabaniss, Jr. and my biography of him.

The article and picture are on page 6.

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Jesus and Muslims

They other day I downloaded an eBook by Fouad (pronounced 'fwad') Masri. The book is so wonderful and effective I looked up Masri on YouTube and found several of his videos.

If you have 30 minutes, watch this one video and then download the book. Masri is speaking at Ozark Christian College in this video - his talk is preceded by a short presentation about Muslims over the past 20 years.

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Ambassadors to Muslims

Fouad Masri speaking at Ozark Christian College

The Fall

The Fall

It was time to check out

After shopping in the store.

In the lane I turned about

And promptly crashed to the floor.

Usually I push the cart,

This time I was a contrarian

And in narrow space made a quick dart

A move not good for a septuagenarian.

With loss of all control

I could but let the flow carry on

Bracing not parts but the body whole

Descending with force to the concrete lawn.

It took only one second or two

For my steadiness to leave,

Lay on my side not knowing what next to do,

Standing I could not achieve.

Looking up, on her knees she beside me,

“Are you alright?” her petition.

“I’m not sure, I could be.”

She made me to talk to her, that was her mission.

A cold bottle of water she gave me to drink,

She wasn’t going to leave me undone.

More questions she asked made me talk and think,

While the store manager dialed 9-1-1.

“Are you married, and for how many years?”

I told her a half century one month after March,

Almost thirty years for her was near.

I was then beginning to feel parched.

“I want to stand up, will someone help me?”

The store manager suggested I stay on the floor,

That lady still talking and still on her knee,

As eight paramedics came in through the door.

They checked all my vitals

And questioned me a lot,

They suggested the ER,

I said “I’d rather not.”

Upon my release

I returned to my cart,

To pay for my groceries,

I needed to complete my transaction part.

I asked the cashier,

“Where’s the lady on her knees?”

I wanted to thank her.

She had disappeared in a breeze.

Making sure I not faint,

She unknown, a perfect stranger.

Her attention was of a saint,

Her mission, a caring angel.

Thomas Jefferson

Thomas Jefferson

How different now is it

From Thomas Jefferson’s day?

What aberrant political skit

Is presently in play?

Tom’s enemies abundant,

From Hamilton to John Adams.

His love for political order constant,

Endless pursuit of harmony he fathomed.

His ways and means paradoxical

His peers appear wiser, George the smartest,

Tom’s mercurial enterprises clear and more logical,

When we see his natural vocation as artist.

Politics to him not a dispiriting distraction,

An avenue making almost anything possible.

Never a man of inaction,

A creative impulse for the plausible.

Personal and political contradictions

Notwithstanding, a brief dynasty enduring,

He generated an executive legacy of successful convictions

With Madison, Monroe, Jackson, and Van Buren.