Big Sailing Ship Magazine Cover


I found this nifty magazine cover. Sitting back from my computer screen, but wearing my glasses, first all I thought was that I liked the colors and the setting of the picture. I love the swirls in the water. The sails flapping and the flags making pretty curls of art.

Next you see the title, and you wonder. ‘Captain Mahan? Who is he?’

So of course, I refer to Wikipedia. (I always do, I admit.) I learn this:

Alfred Thayer Mahan [məˈhæn] (September 27, 1840 – December 1, 1914) was a United States naval officer and historian, whom John Keegan called “the most important American strategist of the nineteenth century.”[1] His book The Influence of Sea Power Upon History, 1660–1783 (1890) won immediate recognition, especially in Europe, and with its successor, The Influence of Sea Power Upon the French Revolution and Empire, 1793–1812 (1892), made him world-famous and perhaps the most influential American author of the nineteenth century.[2]

Also, I learned this:

Scribner’s Magazine was an American periodical published by the publishing house of Charles Scribner’s Sons from January 1887 to May 1939. Scribner’s Magazine was the second magazine out of the Scribner’s firm, after the publication of Scribner’s Monthly. Charles Scribner’s Sons spent over $500,000 setting up the magazine, to compete with the already successful Harper’s Monthly and The Atlantic Monthly. Scribner’s Magazine was launched in 1887, and was the first of any magazine to introduce color illustrations. The magazine ceased publication in 1939.

For any who don’t know me, I can tell you that I’m a curious sort of person.

I went to see my grandbaby Gladys yesterday.  Now Gladys has a habit, when you first come to see her, of staring at you for a long time. She is curious too, like her grandma. Like me she wonders, ‘why do people do what they do?’

Curiosity is so important. It’s what drives us to learn, and therefore what increases our brain capacity. I like to think it’s what drives us to God. When I was five years old in the Kansas City of 1966, I used to often ask questions like, ‘Why are there trees?’, ‘Who made the cats?’ and ‘Who made the world?’

It always amazed me how often my questions, no matter how big, ended up being answered by God.

“God made the trees, and the cats and everything in the world. God was the one who made it rain, and the sky blue. God was the one who made us.’

Now I know, God also was the one who made us curious. So we could ask many questions, and they could lead us back beyond Wikipedia. They could lead us back to Him.



He Sings to Her


One may think she’s a lady in a little box,

there’s no door behind where she stands.

The black tree-forms are like sentinels,

Is that the moon or a dome from other lands.


But somehow there’s height in her privacy,

And knowledge those are roses at her feet.

The water and the night isn’t cold,

The sound of song is where these two meet.


He’s singing a dream over to her,

Of romance and the time right now.

Her balcony is a flowery stage,

Respect and tenderness he bestows.


The trick you see, is to make the music last,

To love that person standing in your view.

To protect that note of lilting grace between you,

And stretch the serenade until Heaven’s dew.