Readers’ Corner

A Praying Statesman

I have recently begun reading The Reagan Diaries from the beginning.  I have often in the past read random entries, but decided I would try to go from beginning to end.

I came across the following statements on facing pages:

Word brought to us of the shooting of the Pope.  Called Cardinal Cooke and Cardinal Crowell–sent message to Vatican and prayed.


Nancy up at the crack of dawn to leave for Miss. and the launching [of a new Navy ship].  Why am I so scared always when she leaves like that?  I do an awful lot of praying until she returns.  She returned and I’ve said my thank you.

I wonder what our nation would be like if all of our leaders had such a personal devotion to prayer and the One Who hears and answers.





God laid out my life

With Divine Engineering;

Hope lies just ahead.


For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

(Jer 29:11)






Memorial Day 2012

My fifth- and sixth-great-grandfathers
Fought in the War for Independence;
My second-great grandfather
Fought in the War Between the States.
My great-uncle, my grandfather’s brother,
Fought in the War to End All Wars;
My uncles, brothers to my Dad,
Fought in the Second World War,
And Uncle Otto never came home.
My father, though he never saw combat,
Fought in the war against communism.
We remember.

My grandfather and I
Never fought those wars.
Too young for the last,
Too old for the next,
We had to count on others
To shed their blood for us.
But while we, he and I,
Shared gladness that we
Never stared down the barrel
Or marched through the blood,
We also have shared the gratitude
For what those other did
And have accepted the duty to
Fight the war at home.
The war for decency--
The war for righteousness--
The war for acceptance--
The war for family--
The war against corruption
And arrogance and social slavery.
We, he then and I now,
Fight the war to keep
Our communities safe and secure
And prosperous enough--
And proud enough --
To wave our flags
And to march through our streets
To the cemeteries where lie
Those who fought the other wars.
And we remember.
And we fight so that our children
And grandchildren
Will have the right
And the ability
And the willingness
To remember.
God bless America
And all Her loyal sons and daughters.


Alone in the Garden

I sing about the garden,         

And the solitude of prayer;

I kneel in midst of the beauty,

And Jesus meets me there–

But sometimes “alone in the garden,”

As I meet with Christ in prayer,

Is sweeter and stronger and better

If I know that others are there.


When Christ was alone in the garden,

He prayed to the Father and wept,

Expecting His friends to be praying;

But instead, they grew tired and slept.


If Jesus, alone in the garden,

Wanted friends to uphold Him in prayer,

How important it is in my weakness

That I know that my friends are there.

–RDBowker, 5/19/12


Mat 18:20  For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them.