An Approaching Tsunami......Redux

          My post after this short synopsis of a short novella that I wrote and can be read at www.isaaccrockett.blogspot.com.

Isaac Crockett And Me.........April 12,2014

          Isaac Crockett is the lead singer of one of America's top bands. He is also a Christian. On a visit back home, Ocean City New Jersey, he meets a young lady who is in distress... helps her, and never expects to see her again. Successful and well thought of as he is, Isaac then leaves Rock and Roll behind.
         Anne Wiskovitz is Roman Catholic with a very devout father named Casimer. Surprise, Isaac and Anne do meet again in another short...chance....encounter! Isaac pursues what he believes is God's call on his life as he struggles with his new found love for this beautiful Catholic girl with a very protective father. During the course of these thirty two short chapters Isaac meets Casimer in his home in Easton, Pennsylvania, makes a visit to an awards ceremony in New York City, is mugged in his hometown, assaulted by the owner of the local professional hockey team, walks the battlefields of Gettysburg as he ponders the courage of these Americans and...well I can't tell everything but Roman Catholicism is the main reason that I attempted this novel and I hope that you might give it a try.

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         My wife and I vacationed in Charleston, South Carolina year last. I was disappointed that I didn't get to tour the French Huguenot church in town but we did get to take in a lot of the history and beautiful architecture. On an early morning walk on the beach I was able to retrieve a conch shell. At one point on my walk I stopped and thought of the Christmas Day Tsunami which I mention in the following post from October 11th of 2009. One scene remains vivid in my mind from videos of that tragedy in 2004; a woman had ventured onto the exposed underbelly of the sea to retrieve shells as the killer waves, visible in the background, sucked in the surf before it. She didn't even have time to run. It's as if we in America are marveling at how far the surf has receded and are picking up shells when if we would look closer at the extreme abnormalities of the day and at least lift our gaze to the horizon we might recognize a coming tsunami and implore God's forgiveness and mercy.

An Approaching Tsunami

          I watched a short video clip tonight on the Christmas Day 2004 tsunami. You could hear background voices. Some were giving simple comments on the strange horizon. Others were speculating on what it could be, tsunami was even mentioned. The comments turned to screams as it became apparent that a wall of water was coming at them. It all happened very quickly.
          A few years ago a pastor of mine told me about a film he had just seen, The Winslow Boy, and how it was superb. I trust this man's opinion immensely and my wife and I travelled about 30 miles to see it. It was as good as he described and is now one of my favorite films. In the middle of the showing the film broke and after about 15 minutes we were told that it could not be fixed that evening. Someone in the audience shouted Well, how does it end? I stood up and responded in kind with the shout of Don't say anything! I felt a little embarrassed but my wife was not surprised at my response. We returned the following night to see it again in its entirety.
          This film is a 1999 reproduction of the original starring Robert Donat from 1948. David Mamet directed the film based on the play by Terence Rattigan that was written around a true story in England at the beginning of the twentieth century. A 12 year old boy is accused of stealing some money while at England's version of a military academy and expelled. The boy's father and sister go to extremes in his defense. To me anyway, although most might not agree, there was a potent romantic aside in the film between Rebecca Winslow, played by Catherine Pidgeon, and the renown barrister Robert Morton played by Jeremy Northam. The Winslow Boy begins with the family returning home from church. The father is commenting with all seriousness on the sermon, "Good man. Good sermon. Pharaoh's dream. Seven fat years, seven lean years. Good sermon." It was probably a typical sermon in Edwardian England. The Winslow family would go on to indeed experience lean times.
          The evidence today is that we may have a tsunami coming to America and possibly the world, maybe far more tremulous than even terrorism. These are not typical problems of the nuclear age that we are facing for they are combined with terrorism and with an agenda for a New World Order that must first experience a global catastrophe to be instituted. Combine this with a narcissistic Facebook mentality that is not interested in danger signs, and with a dismissal of God and therefore His warnings and we are oblivious to the wall of water on the horizon.
         It is not extremist to prepare for lean years but it's also not probable when the fat years are spent in revelry instead of thanksgiving.