A Quote to Remember

The following is from Grail Knight of the forum Chivalry-Now:
My Fellow Knights & Quest Companions, Many years ago now, when I was preparing for Knighthood, my mentor gave me this very important bit of advice: ......."When it comes to the 'Code of Chivalry,' it is all very well to discuss it, pray about it, debate it, or philosophize about it. However, until it is put into action (Deeds,) it remains nothing but a lot of high sounding but useless words. For Knighthood & Chivalry to have any meaning in the modern-world, our lofty ideals must be founded on 'Knightly & Chivalric Deeds.' For us Knights of Columbus, that means feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, clothe the naked, shelter the homeless, take care of the sick. It means to defend, protect and support those who are in need, to the best of our ability. If we do not do these things, then our Knighthood is an empty and meaningless sham and our Code of Chivalry is just a 'Dusty, Rusty Relic' from a bygone age, which will be swept away into Eternity, to be forgotten." My "Knightly Mentor," who has been gone for some years now, gave me a lot to think about, when it came to my vocation of Knighthood. If I could pass on any advice to my Brothers & Sisters of The Quest, it would be this: "Just Do It!" Yes, by all means, we should teach Chivalry by our words - but more importantly, "By our Deeds!" St. Francis of Assisi, one of the great Saints in the Roman Catholic Church, once said this, "Yes, by all means, preach the Gospel.....and if you have to, use words." Arete' _________________ The Quest for The Holy Grail was never meant to be achieved, It was meant to be lived - now, today and forever. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I'm Healed.

The hematoma in my left forearm was weird.. No bump or other trauma caused it. It just happened. The cure required opening up my forearm with two long incisions, scraping the corrupted and coagulated blood near the bone, then running a drain tube in one side, under the muscles, and out the other side. After a week of that in place, and a regimen of antibiotics, the tissue had closed enough to remove the drain tube. Another week and the wounds have almost completely closed up. I'll be left with a Nasty looking scar but my arm is as agile and strong as ever, so I'm grateful.

It all makes me conscious of my own mortality. Like,  ..... I'm dying. Think about it. If I live to the ripe old age of 80, that means, since I am now 65, that I have 15 years left. ... But look again. ... 365 times 15 is 5475 days.

Look at that finite number.

Calculate your own days.

A young person of, say 20, has 60 years to age 80.  But his days are 21,900.   ...  still a finite number.

What will we do with the days we have left to us?

Will we find faith in the earth? Or will we see a great falling away first? I don't know. I plan to trek across America in search of it in those I meet along the way. Lord willing, and I live long enough to do so, I will seek knights and Lords and invite them to the round table of Chivalry-Now. And my gentle mission among them is to bring to those who can receive it, the Word of Love, and the concept of the Holy CAPS (Character, Attitude, Personality, Spirit)