It was doleful weather when so few of us went to pray the Stations of the Cross at the churches in this area on Good Friday. All statues were draped in purple. The quiet of the church underlined that this was the day our Savior would die on the Cross.
There were few signs anywhere in the mainstream media that it was Good Friday , and worse settling back to work, signs were everywhere that the catfight was going to rage on between Donald Trump and Ted Cruz. It may have been Good Friday for some, but it was Good Fighting Day for others.
At the end of the day it was as if Good Friday had come and gone without anybody really noticing.
On the political front, it was already the ‘Fighting Wives of the Republic’ with one opponent hurling insults at the wife of the other.
Then with the ratings-seeking cable networks and the mainstream media already distorting reality, along came tabloid trash from the National Enquirer with claims that Cruz had not one but five mistresses hiding in the wings in a story reportedly held back for the past six months by Cruz colleague Marco Rubio. At least according to Britain’s Daily Mail.
That the wives of the 2016 election front runners are in the spotlight while Lady Liberty is hanging back still waiting for rescue does not make for a good night’s sleep.
When I retired for the night, I tried to remember the good news of last week when I heard directly from my hero, historian/journalist Face of God author Paul Badde that he had survived a 17-day coma and heart bypass surgery; was, in his own words, improving “bit by bit each day” and is already at work on a new book.
It was this time last year when Badde sent me a photo from his private collection depicting the image of the ‘Holy Face of Manoppello’ which hangs on my bedroom wall. It is the last thing I see before falling asleep each night and the first thing I see each morning upon awakening.
This morning when I woke, there was a full silver moon surrounded by bright stars looming through the transom windows that cover the front of the house. Gone was the doleful weather of Good Friday, and God’s full-throated feathered orchestra was readying for daybreak.
Shortly after the sun came up, two mourning doves perched within touching distance on the posts of the lattice fence of the back deck, and stayed there for a precious few moments when I stood at the window. I would have thought I had dreamed it were it not for the tiniest feather one of them left behind behind on the railing.
Millions the world over will never give up on their search for the Face of God. They relentlessly go on searching every day, Christmas time or not. Through Google, CFP found the Face of God though historian/journalist/author Paul Badde’s spell-binding book ‘Face of God’ back in 2012—a discovery, once made, never forgotten.
Unpainted by any human hand, the Face of God is an incredible little-known supernatural treasure kept at a tiny Capuchin Church, in Manoppello, Italy.
I have often comforted myself with the thought that the glorious sunsets over Lake Huron are God’s way of saying Good Night.
This morning’s message seemed to say Easter Morning is on the way and He is Risen!
Even if so many struggling through life on Earth continue to ignore God’s not-so-little signs that He is still in his Heavens, they return to us time after time, as if to remind us all is not lost.
These signs can be seen every time a flock of loyal-to-each-other geese is spotted in the sky; in every turning of the seasons.
If, like me, you are blessed enough to live in the Great North East, every day now you can see and hear the geese making their exuberant annual trek south for the winter.
There’s something ineffably haunting in the sound of their honking. For me their V-formation flights and haunting honks kept me spellbound before even discovering the inspiration that comes from the science that explains it.
But like Good Friday these signs often go by without most people noticing.
None of us really knows whether the nasty squabbling between the camp followers of Donald Trump and Ted Cruz will end anytime between now and November, or if the battle between both will ever switch to focus on America’s and by extension, the Free World’s, biggest threat: Hillary Clinton getting to complete the Fundamental Transformation of America as president.
But we do know for certain if we would only drop the scales from our eyes that the only real Hope and Change in our lives could never be delivered by a politician of any political stripe because real Hope and Change come only from our Creator.
Judi McLeod——Bio and Archives
-- Judi McLeod, Founder, Owner and Editor of Canada Free Press, is an award-winning journalist with more than 30 years’ experience in the print and online media. A former Toronto Sun columnist, she also worked for the Kingston Whig Standard. Her work has appeared throughout the ‘Net, including on Rush Limbaugh and Fox News.
It was doleful weather when so few of us went to pray the Stations of the Cross at the churches in this area on Good Friday. All statues were draped in purple. The quiet of the church underlined that this was the day our Savior would die on the Cross.
There were few signs anywhere in the mainstream media that it was Good Friday , and worse settling back to work, signs were everywhere that the catfight was going to rage on between Donald Trump and Ted Cruz. It may have been Good Friday for some, but it was Good Fighting Day for others. 
