On this day in the year 1941, Japan bombed Pearl Harbor in Hawaii.  President Roosevelt called it “A day which will live in infamy” in his speech declaring war on Japan.  In those days, a “war” had a beginning and an end.

My parents, on December 2, 1941, stood before a Justice of the Peace, and were declared married.  In the picture always called the wedding picture, my Dad is wearing his Army Air Force uniform.  Five days later, the USA entered the world war that was already raging in Europe and Asia.  My dad left my mom for his assignment in January, 1942.  Throughout my life, when points of decision arose, I heard my mom say, “The world could go to war tomorrow.”  It was her way of saying, “Take the risk, don’t delay.  Go forward, take action.”

Today’s “wars” drag on and on, are not declared, and seem to have no particular purpose.  Has the world changed so much, or has my perception changed?  Some of both perhaps.  There is so little I understand, but one thing I do perceive is this: we are continually engaged in a battle for our souls.  Will we find our way to truth and life, or lose our way in the confusion of this world?